MusikMama's Journal

~Walking the thin line of sanity~

3rd street is dirty, desolate. You see no one outside in their yard, 3 blocks from the Detroit River on a warm summer day. The cemetary lears at me as I creep past it in my false security perched behind the wheel of my Burgandy Silverado. The house I am looking for is across the blacktop and a few houses down from the tombstones. Cars line the block.

There sits the neat, tan brick house with the tidy yard. Nothing fancy about it. All the houses in the area are very similar. There are a few evergreen shrubs lining the front of the house and a small porch at the front door, covered with astroturf, topped by a white aluminum awning. The large picture window shrouded in heavy draperies, disturbed only by the small golden retreiver pacing frantically at the base, barking my arrival. PR.

The driveway runs up the side of the house closest to me. I pull in as far as allowed by the chain link fence that protects access to the garage. Beyond the fence is a small garden, with roses, perfectly round stones lining it, having once tumbled around haphazardly in the mixer of a cement truck. A small, grassy yard next to the garage, and beyond, the train tracks. How I remember laying awake at night, window cracked open even in the dead of winter attempting to escape the thick, choking smoke from the cigarettes, listening to the trains rush by, whistle blowing….whoooo whoooo….clickety, clackety, clickety, clackety…..

All now just an ancient memory.

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polir...
Jun. 3, 2008 at 10:27 AM

ok i don't think you mean wyandotte  so what city is it?

 

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Musik...
Jun. 3, 2008 at 10:31 AM Ummm...Rouge, or Ecorse?  I haven't been there in over 5 years, my Meme & Pawpaw are both gone now.  I'll ask my dad.

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