A Man’s Castle Is His Home. Detroit, MI.
My dad always tells me stories about growing up in Detroit when it was at it’s peak. One of my favorites is how he used to hop on a trolly - we did have the most extensive trolly system in the country at that point - that went from Dearborn, down Michigan Avenue to the front door of Tiger Stadium where he’d catch a game every Saturday in the summer.
It’s these stories that make me wonder how great it must’ve been to live in this city. We have these gorgeous buildings, similar to this one, that now sit here vacant, windows busted out, plywood over the entrances. How wonderful would it have been to live in this city when people were flooding the streets and buildings like this weren’t left to die?
