Chapel Street in the Brightmoor neighborhood, this afternoon. While the region worries about the future, some places in the city are long past wondering how bad things might get. This humble west side district hiding out under a thick layering of foliage was once a good place to be from, even if the homes were among the city's simplest.
Today, much of Brightmoor has been erased, or is about to be - the number of burnt out homes that should have been torn down already is just stunning. (It really is beginning to look a lot like Christmas!)
The strip of Fenkell Avenue that serves (served?) the neighborhood has a ghostly quality. This does not differentiate it from many other commercial strips in the city. Still, this one is remarkably desolate. The poverty rate here, in what remains of the local population, is said to top 40 percent.
Oh geez. Where's my bourbon?