He was right, and as more people discovered Going Home, it soon shifted its focus, becoming less about Happy and more about community. Happy enlisted his friend and colleague, Jonathan Morgan, the News’s multiplatform editor, to write the blog with him. He met a community leader named Edith Floyd—“Captain Edith,” he calls her, likening her to “a diminutive U.S. Navy captain of a half-sunken ship”—who became both a friend and someone instrumental to his work in the neighborhood. He introduced readers to other residents, many of whom had moved in right after his family had left. The process was haphazard, as many things blog-related often are, but by September 2007, narrative-building had evolved into coalition-building. Telling the neighborhood’s story had become working to give that story a happier ending. Happy and Morgan had begun advocating for the neighborhood. Loudly. Passionately. And their audience—mostly suburbanites—shouted back.
Comment from: 7561milton
I wanted to add my voice of support for all the work people are doing for the old neighborhood. I joined the service and left Michigan. I recognized some of the names in the blog and just want to say “Hi” to all those working hard at Fletcher Field. Community service is a tough job to do, just want to say, hang in there.
JOE Sokolowski
11/23/07 @ 11:12
Comment from: michael zielinski
Over the years I,ve been through the old neighborhood. And to tell the truth it made me sick to my stomach to see or not see most of the houses in the area. but I don,t want to dwell on the negative.ever since my brother (little joe)called me and told me about this site,i,ve been pooring over the letters and pictures.Thinking about the way the old neighborhood used to look and the great friends I had back then really hits home. thanks so much michael happy great job.and remember you can always go home!!
03/18/08 @ 22:02
In the year since Going Home has been live, Happy, Morgan, and a team of community leaders have mobilized those who feel a claim to the neighborhood—residents both current and former—to clean up Fletcher Field, turning it from urban wasteland to playable park. They have formed an advocacy operation, Friends of Fletcher Field, to ensure that the park remains a safe place for neighborhood kids to play. They are taking steps to register Friends as a nonprofit. They have organized a reunion of now middle-aged students from the neighborhood’s old high school, enlisting many of those who came out for it—some from across the country—to dedicate time and money to the neighborhood. They have met with the members of the Rotary Club and other service groups to ask for money and manpower to help the neighborhood. They have arranged for groups to speak at City Hall on its behalf. They spend so much time, in fact, either in the neighborhood or thinking and writing about it that when they laugh with each other about their wife (Happy) or their girlfriend (Morgan) leaving them over their “other woman,” they’re only partially joking. It’s common to see a Going Home post time-stamped 2 a.m. “We’re trying to be abstract and high-level here,” Morgan says, “but we’re also learning the resources it takes to keep things going on the ground.”
Ask Happy and Morgan what Going Home is, fundamentally, and they’ll tell you, without hesitating, that it’s journalism—a logical extension of the work they do and the skills they’ve developed as professional reporters. But Going Home is more than storytelling. It is community building. It is advocacy. And Happy and Morgan aren’t just reporting the neighborhood’s story. They’re affecting the story. In some ways, they are the story.

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