The Hundred and First Acre Wood?

I think we wanted to move to Saginaw because we felt a little trapped. Who was to know that one town over there existed a strange district that seemed to exist only to those who knew it existed... a sort of Hundred-Acre-Wood with gritty edge. Who was to know that the furthest corner of the world stood within a ring of floundering businesses and crumbling warehouses in the inner city, and – as with most good things – you only needed to know the place existed to get there.


Photo Of the District taken from the sixth floor of the Bearinger Building.