I pull into Detroit’s Eastern Market after a long drive from New York. The hot summer sun bounces through the cobblestone streets that distinguish the neighborhood.
It’s 4:30 p.m. on a Thursday at a dive bar in Hamtramck, Michigan. Nobody is seeking anything.
The village of Jeffersonville sits at the western edge of New York state about eight miles from the Pennsylvania border.
A cratered cultural landscape sprawls across the North End in central Detroit. Crumbling Victorians line the streets dotted with shuttered businesses.