Back to Dexter Avenue in Detroit, once a thriving commercial street. Now?

I don't think it's open Sundays anymore.


Monday through Saturday, either.

Those garlands over the rounded corner bother me. One must have fallen off; the replacement brick is a different color. But it seems like a cheap, rote thing to have stuck up there in the first place.



Explain that right bay door. Explain how all those bricks and colors ended up as they did.

I’m sure it’s for sale for the right price.

That's a tiny tiny gas station, but such things weren’t unknown. Some post-war gas stations didn’t sell much but gas and candy bars and maybe oil, so having two bays wasn’t necessary.

Either they don’t want someone to throw a rock through their stained glass window . . .



. . . or someone already did.

Once prosperous commercial / residential building . . .

Now bricked up with extreme prejudice. “MEDICAID PHARMACY.”

Old citizens like this make it seem unlikely that anything will come back and inhabit these spaces - they’ll have to be swept away and replaced. Or just swept away.


What was the thinking behind the deployment of small strips of glass blocks?

What went on inside after the glass storefronts were bricked up, and what events led up to that decision? Multiply the questions X1000 and you have Detroit.


I don’t know. Y?

Check out the sign on the left - just a frame now, but once a bright fixture with an arrow pointing down. I wouldn’t be surprised if the bulbs lit up in sequence, pointing to the store.

All these strange old frameworks for long-gone signs: they look like strange insects feasting on the nectar of the building’s despair.


If that’s not too melodramatic. Which it is.

Huh. Hmm. Somehow the paint came off the cladding in exact squares.

The cladding, by the way, looks like a rehab from long ago. Brick beneath at the bottom. But how did the bottom look? Is that a framework left when some strange sidewalk-level bevel was attached to the building?

More next week. It keeps going and going, and going. Down. Hey, it's cold, grey February. This stuff is apt.