Detroit: there is no here here

Back in my hometown, the house across the street-- a flat roofed 50s poolside rancher of an ugly-in-a-cool-way look-- has been razed. Somebody new is building something new in its place.

When I'm back in my life in New York, I have a clear picture of what home is like. But once I make the trip out to my midwest anchor of nostalgia, the cute, the ugly, and the charming have all gone the same way, namely the look of an anyplace, not a my place.

Thank God they left one wall up for tax reasons.