Two things, however, distinguish the City Airport neighborhood from its counterparts: it has a small but determined group of citizens who advocate for it, and it is the subject of a blog. Both can be traced to Detroit’s second-largest newspaper. On its Web site, the Detroit News hosts Going Home: A Journal on Detroit’s Neighborhoods, which gives voice, with a regularity and an intensity that a resource-strapped newspaper simply cannot, to the neighborhood. Don’t let its expansive tagline fool you: Going Home, at least for now, is exclusively about this neighborhood. Through prose and pictures, it introduces the area’s residents and documents the neighborhood’s physical devolution. It links to regular News stories, audio slideshows, and interactive graphics about the area. As a piece of journalism, Going Home is stubbornly anti-anthropological; its posts are not mere vignettes, narrated in the detached tones of reportorial observation. Going Home, as its name suggests, is highly personal.
The blog’s guiding force and principal writer is Michael Happy, a News sports reporter who grew up in the City Airport neighborhood but moved away when he was twelve, in 1976. Though the neighborhood Happy remembers—mostly blue-collar factory workers, mostly Polish-Catholic—was a rough one even “back in the day,” he says it was home. When he and his family left their house on Dobel Street, part of the mass exodus to the suburbs, the departure was, he says, “heartbreaking.”
Happy speaks—and writes—with a sincerity that is almost anachronistic. He commonly refers, without irony, to miracles. His sleeve bears not only his heart, but also his humor and his joy and his anger. (“That Mike Happy,” his childhood friend Jim Morey puts it, “you know he means it.”) Happy came of age in a time and place where Elks Clubs and Cub Scouts were the norm, and when a neighborhood was distinguished by more than just geography. He spent eight years in the Navy. Community, to him, is not a goal, but an assumption.
For Happy, writing and maintaining Going Home—which he does in addition to his full-time News beat—is equal parts personal catharsis, reportorial documentation, and moral crusade. The blog’s evolving narrative starts with the writer himself. In an early post, Happy describes his emotional return to the neighborhood. His old house, he writes,
was completely gone and the lot was littered with debris—old tires, hubcaps, furniture, clothes. Of the 30 or so houses that made up our end of the block back in the 70’s, about a quarter of them were gone and another quarter of them were boarded up. It looked like the scenes from New Orleans after the levies failed.
The bitterness here is apt. Witnessing the area’s blight firsthand, and meeting the people who live among it, it’s impossible not to feel outrage—even if it’s not your childhood home. Yet outrage in isolation is impotent; and over a tumult of introductory posts rolled out in late August 2007, the blog found a narrative arc that transcends atomized emotion. Happy had two realizations: first, that there are other former residents of the City Airport area who love and miss “the old neighborhood” as much as he does; and second, that those people might be enlisted to work on the neighborhood’s behalf.

As a former classmate of Michael's and now a lifetime friend,the impact of the blogging as well as the revialization of Fletcher Playground has stirred my heart and soul as well as many other's. It may sound so odd to revisit a playground now completely surrounded by a neighborhood that has few homes intact. It is because of the tight knit bonds that were created back then that such a project could somehow come to fruition today. Our class of 25-30 at best of which most lost contact, along with many other former "Holy Name Ramblers" and God's will is why this project continues today and will continue as long as people like Michael and his family are alive. I now can take my son Shane back to where my roots of friendship began. I believe this is so important in the development of our childrens future. God Bless all involved with the Fletcher project. The kids there today now have new hope for a better tomorrow!
Dave Harding
8267 Forestlawn
Posted by Dave Harding on Wed 30 Jul 2008 at 12:59 PM
I too grew up on Dobel. Same street as Mike Happy. Coming Home is just that. A very long time ago I had a family of about 1000 people and we some how parted. Like being adopted out family by family but never forgetting those family members or wondering what happened to them or where are they today. NO words can describe the homecoming except the a flood of emotions that will remaim with us the rest of our lives. It's SO GOOD to be back. Like that song, "Everybody know your name" (still)
Posted by Yvette Gerace on Mon 8 Sep 2008 at 09:59 PM
I grew up on Leander, between Castle and Gilbo from 1954 until the ate 70's. I remember many of summer days playing at Fletcher Field with my friends.
It was sad to watch as the local corner grocery stores closed, and peole began to move away. But it was the best part of my life growing up there.
Posted by Ed Ostrand on Thu 29 Jan 2009 at 05:15 PM