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Back in the last century global firms snatched up choice bits of Detroit, built giant manufacturing plants that bled unnamed poisons into the ground, and walked away, leaving the city stuck with mile after mile of useless toxic land. These days the factories have more rats than employees, and you can’t walk into one of those places without your nose squeezing itself shut in revulsion.
Father worked in one, until Mom left and he exploded. Imploded.
A few plants still make car parts, though, and some car manufacturers even assemble vehicles near downtown. Detroit still has countless miles of vestigial train track to support that handful of plants. The Mound Road trainyard is one of those.
The train tracks run conveniently past the Detroit Detention Center. If you’re going to clang box
