It was the third week in August and I was exploring an abandoned apartment complex overlooking the Detroit River when the owner, a land developer, approached and asked if I needed assistance. Of course I took the opportunity to pepper him with questions about what was going on with the land and city planners. He was exasperated. He and other developers were trying to buy the vacant land and the city was refusing to sell. It seemed to him the city was simply letting the land go to waste, allowing it to overgrow with weeds. Upon further exploration, what I found was several urban wildlife preserves as pictured here, as well as a full-fledged State park, right downtown. I'd never seen such a thing in my life.
After exploring the downtown area, my first priority was to find a house, which was easy. I simply picked a street, walked down it, and came upon a house that seemed empty. A neighbor who was sitting in his chair outside hollered, Hello! I waved to him and asked about the big brown three-story house. He said the owner abandoned it, moved to Texas, and wasn't coming back. I asked how he would feel if I moved in as a squatter. He said it'd be fine, that a lot of people were squatting these days. As I checked the inside of the house, another neighbor came to see what I was doing. I asked how she would feel if I moved in; she said it'd be fine. Meanwhile, Ed arrived and liked it; and so we moved into the "free house."
Until next time,