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April 14, 2009
I take the train into the city and walk toward Union Square in the bright sunlight. Even this early, the line for the Powell Street cable car is more than a block long. As I walk through the cement steppe that is the new and “improved” Union Square, I have a fleeting feeling of sadness for the old one. I wonder if it’s a sign of getting older that I regret many of the recent changes in this beautiful city, the so-called improvements which to my eye detract from the atmosphere and appearance of what is still everyone’s favorite city.