I wonder if Google sends their Street View cars into Detroit’s abandoned suburbs?
And if they do, would we be able to see the memories of lost and forgotten suburbs captured on camera, ghosts talking over fences, collecting mail, taking in the washing?
I wonder what those previous residents feel when they go down their street to their old house and find that it has gone. What goes through their thoughts as they stare at the vacant lot? Maybe life echoes the stand – empty?
Last night, I went to the house I was born in. My family moved on more than 30 years ago, yet beneath the Oak tree, I saw my father sitting reading a paper.