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June 3, 2007
Walking my dog behind the building, I realize that my block is a dying breed. Looking past the more than century-old former factory where I currently live, and the row of small Victorian houses beside it, all I can see are new high rises. High rises already built, high rises in progress, including the huge one right across the street. Once all the little boxes are inhabited, the character of the street will change dramatically, and not for the better. In time, I expect the old factory and houses will be sold to big developers to make into big developments.