Montijo’s Apartment

I just needed $88 more dollars to get to Detroit

I finally got permission from my dad to travel to “Commie Camp” in Detroit the summer of 1975. I was 17 and you would’ve thought I’d been invited to Europe for the summer. As far as I could tell, the Motor City was entirely filled with charisma, a 100% working class town with factories and organizing opportunities on every corner, like pastry shops in V…