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8 Mile Road rings Detroit and is it's border for most part. Common expression around here(30 miles away, 600' higher elevation) when it's raining "hopefully it floods up to 8 Mile."
My dad's childhood home was somewhere in the North End. I remember when he got the phone call from my aunt and she said "oh Ronnie I'm so sorry we lost the house to a tax default". He was really pissed. Probably would have burned down anyways it was right on the Caucasian non-caucasian line and we're talkin 1980s or so.
 
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I spent about a week in the Detroit Homestead when I was about four years old. It was the first time I'd ever seen real old style neighborhood life. The knife sharpening truck would come by. The ice cream truck and the milk delivery truck. The North End of Detroit in 1970 was still stuck in the 1950s for sure.
 
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