After nearly twenty years, so much of the # CBD looks the way I remember it, and I suppose more or less the way it's been since before the war, that it breaks my heart not be able to be there whenever I feel like it. Suburbia is ephemeral. Sandstone, slate, and marble are for the ages, pending continual restoration works. Ah, scaffolding, plywood plastered with union logos and gig posters, traffic cones, crash barriers and blinking lights, how I loved you!