I was born in that city, but it was a helluva lot better back then.
My brother still lives in the area. He survives -- but I swear, I don't know how.
A year ago I went back to visit him and he, my sister and I attended a Tigers baseball game. Just north of Comerica Park (which is by all accounts a nice, new park), the row houses look like something out of Berlin in 1945. Hellholes, rubble, filth, decrepit, junk.
I carried my entire time there, for very good reason.