When I pass through Southwest Detroit it always feels like I'm in a different city. In a sense it is a time-capsule of how Detroit looked in the past - houses close together, parking in the back via alleys, congested commercial strips [[ Vernor and Michigna Avenue - from Livernois to Wyoming), mom and pop stores, and a large Catholic contingent [[St. Anne and Holy Redeemer parishes). Also, Vernor reminds me of what Mack, from St. Aubin to St. Jean, must have looked like in its better days. Southwest Detroit is not perfect but it has a lot in place that's positive. Something you don't hear to often when describing Detroit.