all who wander are not lost

At this point I had walked all the way from the I-75 interchange, up to the I-94 interchange. I crossed over and headed toward Milwaukee Junction near Fisher 21 plant. I didnt go back there, but kept along the service drive going east.

Hey ORAL – theres your sign pal ! Hahaha !

Here is the map for this leg of the journey.

Yeah, Im walking along and all the sudden my sidewalk goes down into an expressway ramp and onto I-94 !!!! WTF !

Ohwell….Lessee where it goes. ( dont do this ! )

The other side of the KNOW HIVAIDS billboard is this shiny casino ad. This used to be a sign with running totals of how many cars rolled out of Fisher 21.

Yeah, so now I am walking across I-94 alongside traffic on the overramp at rushhour. I was moving faster than the cars or I wouldnt have – but I hiked across I-94 on the ramp. Bad idea anyway – its longer than it seems in a car. Probably a quarter mile hike.

Great view of the Incinerator from up on the highway – this is where Detroits garbage is burned and fed back to Detroiters and unwitting (unwilling) Canadians through their lungs.

HEY NOW – a little Dioxin never hurt ANYONE.

Man, smells like garbage juice here…

This is the Grand Trunk line that runs to Eastern Market several miles in the distance. Keep going and it turns into the St Aubin rail ditch, and that has its terminus at the Detroit River to the south.

I finally get off the damn expressway and walk down the ramp. Greeted by my pals the Jackets at every turn…

I headed under the bridge to hide out for awhile and camped under the expressway I just traversed. One of the dumbest things Ive done for sure – and dudes, I am a first class dumbass.

“dFUNK was here”

I sat here and rested for the last leg of my journey – back to the Gratiot bus route. Several miles of pure ghetto neighborhood separated me and the bus line, but I was up to the task.

As I emerged from under the bridge, I pondered for a moment the Ahee jeweler sign, and wondered who the hell around here is buying Ahee Rolex watches ?

I hiked through the St. Stanislaus district, centered by a fallen Polish Catholic church, now a Baptist church and battered womens shelter. This was the original Polish neighborhood in Detroit, long before Hamtramck.

Ghetto memorial marker. These things are wretched and pathetic at first glance. We look, we laugh. But Pedro has been collecting photos of these for a few years now, and has even talked to people who tend to them afterwards. Well those conversations put a human face on these things that make them not funny at all. This is the stuff of real life raw human suffering and mourning. Every one of these markers represents a murdered loved one – many times “domestic” homicides. Sort of a different version of the roadside memorials you see on highways when someone crashes and dies.

“OPHIELIA JONES”

Musta ran away with ORAL SEX !

Now I am hiking at a stepped angle through the hood, moving towards the bus line on Gratiot.

This is a cool blown out shell – its decorated by world famous artist Tyree Guyton. This isnt too far from the Heidelberg Street project.

For more of Tyree and Heidelberg, check his website http://www.heidelberg.org/.

Former “19th Hole”

A little ESAU inside

Across from that is a very amusing little church that is now toasted. Another ongoing Pedro project is to document all manner of religious structures. We both shot this one a while back before the signage fell on the ground.

The infamous “KEP OFF”

Rodeo and Oral

Hey Pedro – heres the signage !

Across the cross street is another Tyree Guyton piece – a Rosa Parks bus. The actual bus (reconstruction) is now on display at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn. The actual Rosa Parks is on display at the condo development right on the river next to downtown.

Believe me when I say, this bus was the easiest bus I had to catch all day. Heh.

Here is where I emerged on Gratiot at the bus line. YAY ! Or so I thought…..


Heres a map of the entire trip.

6 Responses to The Odyssey part III

  • Thanks Jerry-

    The Oddyseys are one long walk in three posted parts btw. About 8 1/2 hours of solid walking.

    As for CCS, yeeeessss…I too was pretty gun shy after going there a few years. Occationally there would be gun play in the hood right behind the school, and we’d duck and cover…Then we’d go right back to what we were doing. Just life at CCS back then. One girl got a 45 slug through her tackle box of graphics stuff, one guy got a rifle bullet that slammed into the door frame next to his head, and my friend anthony got a bullet hole in the quarterpanel on his S10 pickup while we were talking one day. We just bust out laughing!

    As for a gun – well, lets just say I carry various tools for protection.

  • LOVE the site! You rock. I’m a graduate of the CENTER for Creative Studies myself (1988), and your second odyssey brought back a lot of memories. You are one brave dude taking these walks. I was scared just walking to my car from CCS when I went to school down there. Keep up the good work. And get yourself a gun or something. You’re going to get yourself killed.

  • That was absolutley dope! I loved the Odyssey’s.

  • Thanks for taking that walk, I really dig the photos.

  • yeah – you know if I was black and trying to catch a cab on the same corner it would be the same shit. I know its like that and it isnt personal. Sucks.

  • One hell of a walk-about. I used to have similar problems getting buses to stop for me when I lived in Phily. Wrong flavor I guess.