Rolling In The D
In the midst of an ocean of urban squalor, this neighborhood remains as peaceful and as prosperous as it was more than ninety years ago. Looking west, one see endless, hopeless blight. Turning around, one would think they were looking at a photograph from the days of Henry Ford and the Model T (asides from the color and the newer-model cars in the driveways).
What kind of deal did the residents cut, to keep their neighborhood safe while Detroit collapsed around them? And what kind of entity could even offer such strong protection? The Lost of the Detroit may whisper and wonder, but occupants of Indian Village remain mute on the subject.