Today’s Brew: Vanilla Caramel Creme. I stick with what works
I finished Night Moves the other night, and I’m trying really hard to take a break from writing. (Not that it worked, about 500 words of my new project, In the Still Of The Night, slipped out last night). It feels weird, with no book calling to me to continue. I’m looking for distractions. Of course, that means I headed straight to Pinterest.
(Makes faces at everyone who said I needed a Pinterest. I have it under control. Really. I can stop anytime.)
Of course, I wanted to dedicate a board to my love of wreckage, abandoned buildings. In my pinning frenzy, I stumbled upon this and I can’t get it out of my head.
In the 1950’s, Detroit was home to almost two million people. Today, less than half that number call it home. One in three of Detroit’s buildings are abandoned. Roughly 45,000. They succumb to vandalism and fire. The city has been razing roughly 5,000 a year, but the rest remain as eyesores. The average sale price of a home in the city is $9,000.
Despite the revitalization of the American auto industry, Detroit is still losing jobs in the economic recovery. The high school drop out rate hovers around seventy five percent. The murder rate makes New York City look like a quiet suburb.
I feel like I’m telling you about a third world country, and I’m not. This is America. We can do better than this. With our eyes closed.