Kipuka Blues
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THREE YEARS ago this place had been a treasured showpiece sparkling along Frayville’s Lake Huron shore. Dark-red brick walls mortared in gray. Broad aluminum-lined eaves to block out Michigan’s summer heat without screening the weaker winter light streaming through vast picture windows. Wrought iron railings along the roofed concrete porch, separating the padded chairs and the creaky iron glider from the sidewalk. A roof angled to the south, allowing the silver-trimmed solar shingles to gobble and convert every scrap of energy.
Three years ago, I’d never have made it to the front door without flashing my badge and, even then, it would have been close. Now, I walked up to the front door like I owned the place. Because
