Urban Gardens: Font of Hopefulness
I have a client in Detroit who keeps a small stash of money at his son's house, along with a few guns, in a rural farming community on the west side of Michigan.
The reason?
"When things collapse and Detroit erupts, I'll live with my son, where the food is."
Back in 1967, he lived inside Detroit, only a few miles from the Blind Pig speakeasy where the mass…
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