the.5-acre park is as empty as ever, except for a some geese, other wildlife. They will be clean, impressive, and monumental. MacArthur Square was indeed what Jacobs had called an island, in majestic isolation. Our city problems are those of overcharge and hyperabundancethe San Francisco problem, where so many rich young techies have crowded in to enjoy the citys street ballet that theres no room left for anyone else to dance. I was introduced to the space by November Project (NP) Milwaukee, the fitness group I have been a member of for the past four years. The solution cant be pining for old neighborhoods, sneering at yuppies, and vilifying social planners. We all left our NP blood, sweat, and tears in MacArthur Square that morning, after long sprints, box jumps and leg throwdowns, but most of us including myself still knew nothing about why the square existed.
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A cable-car visit to Roosevelt Island is sobering for those briefly inclined to abandon Jacobs for Logue. Its a New Yorkers argumentno Jersey truck farms without Manhattan dinersbut its not one that has won general assent among historians of early civilizations. They spoke for many, because they thought for themselves. The Jacobs family fled to Toronto in June of 1968, out of fear of Vietnam and the draft, and settled in Canada, where Jacobs became a citizen and remained for the rest of her life. It is a complex order. This pattern is felt everywhere in the city. Today, Kilbourn Avenue to the west and east of City Hall also boasts Pere Marquette Park (established in 1975 Red Arrow Park (1984 Cathedral Square (1939) and Juneau Park (1887 a string of parks that could have extended Clas grand are thesis open to public vision all the way. Fortune Classic article, downtown is for People about the myriad downtown projects emerging around the country, in San Francisco, New Orleans, Nashville.
Photograph: Fred W McDarrah/Getty Images. In Donald Barthelme s 1974 short story I Bought a Little City, the narrator decides one. Photograph by Elliott Erwitt / Magnum and John.