March 18, 2019 3 min read 0 Comments
This past weekend I came across an interesting article by Jenny Anderson. She talked about her brother who had given up the glamour of life in New York City and settled his family in boring small town suburbia. What was this drab life of little league and kid parties, compared with the exciting urban world of museums, galleries, and theater? She admittedly looked down on his choices a bit. At least until her brother's struggle and eventual death from cancer.
What she found was that her brother had thrived in a community that he had built for himself and his family. He had built his community literally, through his work as an architect, and figuratively, through his involvement with his more