Howard writes frequently on his own blog about celebrating the small, reducing one’s carbon foot-print, etc., all of which I totally agree with. So I was particularly sad this week to note the passing of a favorite little cottage in Cutler City, replaced by an enormous (relatively speaking) PINK modular.
Maybe tonight with the stock market plunging, the candidates debating, the retirement fund shrinking, this seems a frivoluous thing to mourn–but it isn’t. This is why we’re where we are in America. We can’t make do and celebrate it.
On The Way 
Extraordinarily well said, sadly. When, finally, will enough be enough?
What do you suppose happened to the windmill and the two innocent pink flamingos? Rumor has it that a 3 story is scheduled for the lot on 69th where the gardener used to provide flowers for Salishan. GASP!
Gad. The first night we were there in Cutler we strolled the neighborhood. Dean still lived there on 69th, and the garden was amazing– and at night filled with little lights, cementing our feeling we’d found a magic place.