Fascinating stuff on re-making Detroit here. I envision Detroit becoming the greenest large city in the country as new pioneers buy up cheap lots, start family farms, and create an affordable, sustainable way of life. The table is set for this happen. The infrastructure exists. It makes sense economically. A long recession can actually speed up the process.
Anyone still interested in buying a clubhouse in Detroit?
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*Anyone still interested in buying a clubhouse in Detroit?*
Alas, that ship has sailed:
http://www.reuters.com/article/gc03/idUSTRE59O17F20091026?pageNumber=2&virtualBrandChannel=11604&sp=true
Not at all. I think the article reinforces the idea that there are plenty of opportunities in Detroit. According to another website, there are over 18,000 foreclosed properties. Supply currently outpaces demand. But that will change. I see a bright future for Detroit. It's at its nadir. Time to act now.
If I were there, I'd look for the best locations to buy property. Where are the innovators concentrating? Is there any social infrastructure that could assist in developing a plan for the area? Heck, I may go out there just to take part. $500 for a lot is not much of a gamble.
Where are the innovators concentrating? Uh, let's see, both coasts. Is there any social infrastructure that could assist a rebirth? I don't want to answer rashly. Ok, I've thought about it: No.
Marquis, it's that kind of attitude that'll keep Detroit down. How about doing some investigative reporting instead of sitting on your ass, coming up with glib answers to the questions? Isn't this your beat? What will the post-auto-industry economy look like in Detroit? What's incubating amidst the ruins?
Also, based on my belief that all journalism pushes a point-of-view, that it's just packaging facts into narrative form (i.e., a stroyline), I think you should push the hope-and-optimism meme. The death-of-a-city storyline is tired and dead in itself. I picture an alternative narrative emerging, one that is more hopeful, at least from my perch 3,000 miles away. Get your head out of the doom-and-gloom milieu of the big three and look for the rays of sunshine, Sunshine.
Hey, carpetbagger: Talk like this will not get your crops tilled by your pals at the "clubhouse".
You're glib, Marquis, glib. And like rocky says, a sorry excuse for a "journalist". Get off yr ass and dig up some social infrastructure.
Meanwhile, if some Man With No Name were to ride in (on his trusty Prius, no doubt) from the West and help the poor Motownians plan a prosperous, post-depression future, then that quiet, gruff, eccentric stranger with a strong but unorthodox sense of justice would likely be worshiped as a god. Think about it Rocky.
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