It was hard watching the wrecking ball tear down the home of so many memories. We’ve known this was coming for quite some time, but watching the destruction in person was unsettling. The worst thing for me, was the fact that there was only a handful people there to see it. Granted, this will drag on into August, but it just didn’t seem right that after 96 years, only about 10 people cared enough to come get a last look before the wrecking ball began to swing.

Fan that I am, I tried to get a brick or something to hold onto, but like everything else today – there is a price attached and the Historical Society wants some money. Everybody wants some money. How do you monetize memories?

I love the new ballpark; it’s much nicer looking, better located for the city of Detroit, and a real jewel in a city of shit. But all my childhood memories are at Michigan and Trumbull, and no wrecking ball in the world can change that. I suppose this is the price of progress.