{"id":1312,"date":"2011-03-11T17:16:15","date_gmt":"2011-03-11T22:16:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dwan.org\/?p=1312"},"modified":"2019-11-23T17:16:50","modified_gmt":"2019-11-23T22:16:50","slug":"detroit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dwan.org\/index.php\/2011\/03\/11\/detroit\/","title":{"rendered":"Detroit"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>I had the opportunity (ha!) to spend a few days at my grandfather&#8217;s house in Detroit this week. He&#8217;s been dead for years, and the care of the property has fallen to me. The house is a two family brick structure with independent street numbers. Three bedrooms, a dining room, a living room and a kitchen on each level. Current assessed value, according to the city, is $24,000. Salable market value is less. Comparables in the area have been going the last couple of years for $10k. It&#8217;s near 7 mile and Woodward. Check it out on google maps. If, in the satellite imagery, you see a car parked on the street, odds are good that it&#8217;s worth more than most of the houses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>This is the next block over, last summer:<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><a href=\"http:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/IMG_0009.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/chris.dwan.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/IMG_0009.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2728\"\/><\/a><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>This is one of the worst neighborhoods, in one of the most blighted cities in the country. Unlike Flint, Detroit clings to life. A dense urban art and cultural scene has sprung up. In its defense, I did see a couple of police cars while I was there. That&#8217;s new. Also, the mayor is not currently indicted. That&#8217;s good too. Just a couple miles up the road, Royal Oak is flourishing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I talked with a shopkeeper who sold me some truly awesome t-shirts. He commented that Detroit needs to turn from an &#8220;industry,&#8221; back into a &#8220;community.&#8221; I sorta like the image.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I have a tenant. She&#8217;s a member of a community of Catholic nuns &#8211; living a life of service in the city. I treasure the opportunity to interact with them, and to occasionally do something worthwhile for them. I treasure it so much that I can usually shut my eyes and not worry too much about the rent. This time, I was able to get a little basic home repair done. I fixed an electrical circuit &#8211; bringing the basement lights back online. As I was doing the work, I had strong flashes that the most immediate translation of &#8220;Lucifer&#8221; is &#8220;Light Bringer.&#8221; There I was, in some sort of urban hell, playing Prometheus to the clergy. You can&#8217;t make this stuff up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the evenings, I slept in the bed that was my mother&#8217;s when she was a little girl. In the summertime, with the windows open, I&#8217;ve heard gunfire through those windows. Out back is the tree under which my parents got married. This time of year, I shivered and turned up the space heater. The furnace for the upstairs unit is off for the duration &#8211; and I have no interest in the adventure of getting it fired up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>While I was doing my repairs, I realized that I needed a common electrical component. I had already been to the hardware store (a good 20 minute trip each way), so I went back into my grandfather&#8217;s little workshop, dug around in the drawer labeled &#8220;electrical, small.&#8221; I found what I needed and I got the lights on before I had to catch my plane. Thanks grandpa. He, at least, left a well organized mess for me to deal with. I guess it&#8217;s better than the alternative.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Life is an adventure, to be lived to the fullest. Don&#8217;t let anyone tell you different.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had the opportunity (ha!) to spend a few days at my grandfather&#8217;s house in Detroit this week. He&#8217;s been dead for years, and the care of the property has fallen to me. 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