This, of course, is the area The Ford walks through every night coming home from work.

Sometimes, The Ford is thinking, ignorance is bliss.

Eh, screw it. You live in Detroit, you get used to the notion that it's a city with a future on one block, and one step above a third-world country on the next block.

But at least the buses run.

So, too, will The Ford, should he happen to see anything resembling a drug deal or crack-smoking gathering.

Of course, considering his mouth-agape reaction to the first ladies of the night he saw in town, he's probably not quick enough to pick up on any drug deals anyway.