Back in the day, they used to say a man’s home was his castle. I can remember my father saying it, no matter where we lived – and we moved around a lot – occupying many “castles” on Detroit’s East Side. Mom used to say home was where the heart is, even though she dreaded every move. What I realized as an adult was that we never moved that far from where we had been living. I’m talking within a mile or two. We once moved three times in five years to neighborhoods just minutes from each other. It’s something that still puzzles me to this day. I wish I…