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Dead-end exit lane: when a road is not a street.  (Or an alley.  Or a stroad.)

Suburbia of 2026 might feel as middlebrow and car-dominated as it probably did in 1966, even if “suburbanization” was a novel phenomenon back then—a condition just emerging, of which social theorists were not yet fully aware.  But the design of residential communities from sixty years ago reveals subtle if powerful differences, judging from the equivalents

Potty paucity: private providers offer relief to those who need to relieve themselves.

Visitors to the US—particularly those from Europe—have long criticized the Stars and Stripes for the dearth of public restrooms in tourist-rich urban districts: only about 8 per 100,000 people.  This ratio places this US on par with Botswana, but also Netherlands, Georgia, and Poland (so it’s not a uniquely American program, to all those Eurocritics). 

Martinsburg snowmen: a decorative effort that pays for itself.

At this point in the winter, most property owners have either taken down all their Christmas decorations, or, at the very least, they downplay them by keeping the lights off or the inflatable blowers powered down.  The liturgical among us can certainly make a case for retaining the Christmas spirit through the Feast of the

The Spot: a strip mall food hall that might defy the odds.

As we approach the Chinese Year of the Fire Horse, food halls are everywhere.  The largest metropolises, college towns, tourist traps, the repurposed warehouse in that shady part of town, office parks, strip malls.  Originally primarily the domain of large, old, horizontally-oriented buildings in urban districts, they seem adaptable to almost every building shell and

Old Town Greenwood: in 2016, is it finally ready for the urban glow-up?

I usually visit the south-side suburb of Greenwood annually, upon returning to my hometown of Indianapolis over the holidays.  It’s the next town over.  Unsurprisingly, I cover it every year or two through an article, devoting considerable attention to the small but mostly intact Old Town neighborhood, where West Main Street intersects Madison Avenue.  I’ve