[This is my column in the June 19 issue of The Commercial Review.]
To me, it was just another field.
An abandoned block in Detroit’s city limits, the fenced-in patch of overgrown grass is easy to miss.
Passersby and commuters in and out of the city may glance at the nine-acre plot and not think twice about it.
That’s what I did.
It was just a field — another remnant from when Michigan’s largest city was booming and thriving with life and culture.
To others, the field had more significance.
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