An Honest Look

A couple days ago, I posted photos and thoughts about the death of the city that is 25 miles from my home. I know that it made quite an impact on those that have seen it.  The scene from the Packard Plant makes a person gasp in disbelief. That is not a bombed out building. That is what 50 years of neglect and vandalism looks like.

This image is an ideal photo of the beautiful city of Detroit as seen from Windsor, Ontario, Canada.

A picturesque image that falsely portrays a city full of life in the evening.

From the riverfront view in Hart Plaza even, it appears to be a city full of life and promise.

The fairly new addition of a new stadium for the Detroit Tigers and arena for the Lions, do their best to bring the suburbanites back to the city. It looks amazing in this photo. But when you zoom in to street level, you see the beggers and dealers following the game-goers to their cars. Along Woodward avenue is wonderful things like the historic Fox Theatre, Orchestra Hall, several museums and a first class hospital network. But get one block in any direction and the picture changes.

You are about to see the real Detroit.

These photos will rip your heart from your chest.

They are very real.

In many cities, after a neighborhood takes a turn for the worst,

thrifty buyers will come in and fix up the old historic homes.

That is not going to be the case in Detroit.

The future for even this once grand entertainment hall does not look well.

Look closely and you will see laundry hanging to dry from a second story window at this condemned apartment building.

The streets are lined with rubble and garbage in front of what used to be thriving businesses.

These sights are not rare and it doesn't take any searching to find them.

Everywhere you look, there are ghostly reminders of a once powerful city.

Grand homes where many children were raised.

Family dinners were served and holidays celebrated.

Kwame Kilpatrick was certainly not the best mayor in the world. But sorry folks, Kwame didn't kill Detroit. He was raised in a society that taught him the world owed him. He made deals with his friends to do work around the city, took bribes, had affairs and lied about everything. It's nothing that everyone around him wasn't already doing. It's the only life he knew. He had no idea that it was wrong.

It was the people of Detroit that voted for the corrupt city council based on the lies they told. It was the drug dealers taking over otherwise good neighborhoods and no body stopping them. It was the never ending race riots that started back in the 60's and still goes on today. It's a city filled with bigots, racist, liars, and thugs. The city that has tried to spread its warped views with the rest of the world in the form of "music" and "history". Detroit has become what it deserves. 

This last photo is again by 

my friend Aimee.

Is this photo a metaphor for Detroit itself?

Can we get past the rubble and ruins,

Beyond the grave yard,

and to a new renascence.

Only time will tell.

The Death of a City

I recently found myself driving the limo again for some wealthy clients. One is a real estate monster in our little corner of the world who is married to a nationally recognized sculptor. Another is a top judge in our area and the other is head of a major manufacturing organization and son of a former baseball star in Detroit. They went for a birthday celebration to a play in Detroit, at the Fisher Theatre in the Fisher Building. The theatre is located on Grand Blvd in Detroit just down the boulevard from the famous Hitsville USA Museum where so many Motown records were recorded.









It all sounds very nice. But as I know everyone knows, Detroit is experiencing some pretty tough times. Right along side of these historic landmarks that look so wonderful in pictures, are abandoned houses and businesses, vacant lots where only the ghost of a lively Detroit now resides. Burned out buildings from arson or rouge fires from homeless people trying to stay warm during our cold winter nights. The news would have you believe that it's the economy to blame. The people blame the businesses and the businesses blame the people all over the world because they buy products from places like China or Mexico. But what really happened to this once great city? The city that put the world on wheels.

This beautiful theatre was built with money from the automobile business. A business that seems to have left it behind in a decaying neighborhood to fend for itself. What, if anything, could save this historic sample of industrial architecture? Detroit is putting on a brave face and trying to show the world what it has to offer. There are a few investors doing their part to revive what they can and try to hold this sinking ship together. But I feel that it takes more than money and advertising. It takes more than a new stadium for the Tigers or the Lions to play their sports in. It takes more than a face lift at the convention center. It takes a change in attitude. And we're talking about an attitude that is 40 to 50 years in the making.

A recent article that I read, stated that the people in the suburbs say "Let it fall apart, we don't need it." But then the article argues that without the city, there would be no suburb. That a central city is essential to the life of a sprawling metropolis. Without one, the other could not exist. I believe that this is antiquated thinking. It's a new global world and if a city is to survive, it needs to keep up globally. Not just locally. Detroit is proof that a city can not exist basing it's entire structure around one industry. It was insanity to think that the auto industry would last forever. It was insanity to think that the workers could keep making more and more. Did they not see that retirees would live longer and essentially be retired longer than they worked? Unions did a lot for getting workers fair wages and safe working conditions. Once those things were regulated by the government, the unions pushed for more. We have unskilled workers living the American dream and college graduates working minimum wage jobs. Detroit is a not-so-shiny example of what is wrong with the American society and doesn't seem to see a problem.

My clients for the day left their posh homes for the day to go to the theatre. Driven in a limousine to a overly gilded landmark and escorted by me back home. The occasional glance out the window with an off-handed comment about how someone should clean up this neighborhood. It is sad to see the blight. To think of all the lives and dreams that passed through that city over the last hundred years and to know that it is all gone is very disturbing.

Friday night I found myself in the Ferndale/Royal Oak area. This area is along Woodward Ave just outside the Detroit city limits. It's an area that once was a poor working class area. The small homes were barely big enough to turn around in let alone raise a family. 30 years ago a momentum was started there to give metro-Detroiters a place to go where they felt safe. The homes were refurbished and added on to. The downtown areas were slowly given face lifts. And with the increased traffic, people felt safer. They felt a sense of community that they could not get from Detroit. Today it is a thriving community with healthy businesses on every corner. A person feels safe to walk to the store or restaurant. One woman that I buried recently had never known a reason to leave her beloved Ferndale community. Never got a driver's licence. It was her home. A home she loved very much. And that my friends, is what Detroit is missing. It's missing people that love it enough to stick it out when times get tough. People that take care of their homes and watch out for their neighbors. People that raise their children to respect other people and love their community. People that welcome new people regardless of race.



So what does the real Detroit look like?
This is what you see driving along the freeway....







And if you dare to exit the freeway and go into a residential neighborhood, this is what you will find...

My good friend Aimee, over at Alchemy Photographic took these two photos at the old Packard Motor Car plant. One would think that it had been bombed. This old plant is next to an old cemetery in the heart of the city. Not only have the people all left the city, we are seeing more and more bodies being dug up and moved to better neighborhoods for the families to visit their loved ones.

 The graffiti is everywhere. I drove past a convenience store and car wash that had so much graffiti on the front of them that I barely noticed the sign for the business itself.

In 1968 Detroit experienced race riots. The whole world heard of the violence that was happening here.
I was too young to remember any of that. But I do remember always being afraid of Detroit. It would seem that the Black's won the race riots as the Whites moved further and further out of the city.
A Black mayor was elected and it began to get worse and worse.

Let me be clear that I have never been racist. But I know where I am not wanted. If a white person drove down the wrong street, they would have rocks or worse thrown at their cars. The violence worsened and the corruption grew. It escalated to a point that even the blacks didn't want to live there, and who would blame them. As one family would abandon their home, the block would become blighted with homeless seeking shelter or drug/sex shops taking over. Recently, someone I know stopped at a red light in Detroit. They were pulled over by a police officer who told them not to stop at any more lights and to get back on the freeway. This is real-world 2000's! Happening right now. This has been 50 years in the making and it's not going to be fixed over night.

Again, there are investors trying to turn things around. Recently the large casino where my brother works added on a hotel. The whole complex is very nice. But it is right next to the Brewster Projects that has been closed for many years, leaving a series of high-rise apartment buildings in a condemned state waiting to be torn down just outside the hotel windows.

People are not willing to move to the city because there is no place to buy groceries or to enjoy a night out. Stores are not willing to open new locations in areas that the crime and theft levels are so high.
A local television station has a new slogan Detroit 2020. They are setting their sights on the next 7 years.
The cycle must end now. The old city of Detroit needs to be laid to rest, a monument honoring it's history erected and then we all need to move on to the next phase. The New Detroit.

It's time!

Yellow!

 

And with that, it was Spring.
April 30th, we awoke to frost and later freezing rain.
May 1st, was sunny and 80 degrees.

Before May happened, there was very little growth of plants. But the last 5 days of sunny warm weather has sent the grass and flowers into overdrive.

Walking Pugsley this afternoon,
I thought I lost him in the tall grass of the vacant lot down the street. The very same grass that hadn't grown an inch just last week.
My Eddy mowed our lawn yesterday and I headed over to Dad's to mow his today. Today also brought the dandelions. They can be beautiful from a distance, blanketing a yard with a burst of yellow color, but play havoc with the grass.

 I do love the soft feel of the lawn on my bare feet in the summer so we are constantly weeding the lawn trying to hold back the army of yellow that we face at this time each year.

The yard is not void of yellow though by far. Four forsythia bushes dot the landscape as well as patches of yellow daffodils in every corner.


If you haven't gotten that burst of Spring yet, I hope this helps lift your spirits until you do.

If it's already passed for you, this should help you hang on to that feeling a little while longer.

And John and Linda, we're going to try and stuff some of this in our little car and bring it over for the wedding.

May days

I love the month of May. It brings with it sunshine, warmer temperatures, green grass, flowers, my birthday, Pugsley's annual shed-a-thon and the wonderful promise of life.

For those that still follow this blog, I thank you. There have been so many things in my daily life that effect what happens (or doesn't happen) here. All I can say is that I am in no way leaving blogland. But I simply can not commit to a regular schedule. I truly enjoy writing and sharing the things that are important to me and hope that in some small way, I can enrich your life along the way.

I am working on a couple of articles that I feel will strike your interest. I would like to spend more time putting together meaningful post rather than the half thoughts that I might have published in the past.

Also there are a few explorations and events coming up very soon that I am looking forward to sharing with you.

To update everyone, spring was a long-time coming this year here as in many other parts of the northern hemisphere. But so far in this little corner of Michigan, the month of May has been sunny and 65 to 80 degrees everyday. Now if the ground would dry out a little from all the rain and snow of April, we'll get this summer thing started. I know that a little north of here, they are still getting heavy, wet snow, so I won't complain.

It was a sad day Thursday as we said goodbye to our Navy Blue Hearse. We convinced our major account to switch to black because it was more marketable for us and everyone loves our new Black Pearl. We've gone back to having just one hearse and working with another service for the occasional back-up. By switching to black, we have secured more accounts and are expecting business to only grow from here. We always have the option to add another hearse down the road.

I don't mind that more and more people are choosing to be cremated. (The percentage is at about 65% these days) I do have difficulty understanding why families are choosing to not have full services. Even if there is a absence of religion in the family, the opportunity to say goodbye to your loved one should not be missed. There are so many options for grieving families. You can still have a full viewing and service and end in cremation. That is simply the final disposal method. It should not effect you opportunity for closure. (This subject greatly effects my business)

I promise you there are many more stories coming your way in the near future. Feel free to comment about what draws you here to the Brighter Side.
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Is my daily caos entertaining to you?
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