A man tips his fedora to the doorman as he leads his wife, dressed in a backless evening gown, out of the humid summer night and into the refreshing air-conditioned club. Inside a bartender wipes the mahogany bar as a group of businessmen debate options to resolve the current economic crisis, while a couple in a corner booth discuss the president’s upcoming reelection bid. As the man takes his seat across from his wife at their table adorned by single white flower the bandleader introduces the first song of the night, a house rendition of Gershwin’s newly released song ”Summertime.” This is Detroit. The year is 1935.