Let me introduce you to this fine city, Detroit. Born on July 24, 1701 there were monumental and endless imaginings for the now urban decayed city. With the idea that Detroit would be the biggest industrial hub of its time, it wasted no time getting up on its feet to become a leader in the automotive industry alongside Henry Ford Motor Company. With everything laid out before the aspiring city, in the distance; sirens wailing.

It's a metropolis that was built from hope and is still sitting on big dreams. With false promises burning underground beneath the sidewalks and pavement on Woodward Avenue, Detroit falters. Detroit has never faced anything it couldn't rise up from; so, with the expectations to be betrayed from the start, the city never bats an eye. The city has abandoned houses that scream at you as you drive past them. Crying for help. The memories lurk around the front yards and loop through the wired fences that line the boundary line for the next house. Drive further into the heart of downtown Detroit and you can see a bigger picture. A bigger story of what happened and is continuing to happen.

Former residents line the streets draped in blankets, holding up signs and collecting lifetime souvenirs with built in memories. Detroit's sadness is a theme with every sunrise and sunset. The dismal sounds of construction materialize as murky smog. The smog fills your lungs, and you deflate your lungs to spew a breath of air. Like a quirky 90's sitcom that we glue our eyes to every night before bed; Detroit has a mysterious way of keeping us entertainingly intrigued. Keeping our musical palates enticed, and our entertainment interests satisfied; Detroit always has a plan of attack.

Detroit has a dream to rebuild and remains persistent to keep that dream alive, everyday. Naysayers will say the city cannot be resurrected, but heroes of the city bow down to the efforts being made.