Famously inscribed into rock history via Jack and Meg White, it's just behind Clark Park, and just north of I-75. And unlike what the catchy lyrics of the song by the same name assert, this now subsidized housing unit boasts quite a few residents in all states of transitory getting-it-together-ness, whose brushing up against residents of the adjacent Hubbard Farms neighborhood has caused both friction and dialogue in coming to terms with two very different kinds of "new to Southwest" populations. Not only an iconic relic that can be seen from the highway, the Hotel Yorba remains something of a monument to the ever-unfolding working-out of old and new in terms of Detroit's social landscapes. read more