My house used to have a one-car garage, but the termites got to it back in the 1960s. A previous owner tore it down to keep it from falling on his children. Where I live, in Hillcrest, it's not happening yet. My neighbors and I are lucky. Because it's happening elsewhere in Little Rock, just as it's happening in cities all over the country.
Old neighborhoods are chic again.
I like to think that sometime in the past 15 or so years, the suburban dream started to drift. That nothing felt quite real anymore. The hamburger place of childhood memory had given way to strips of fast-food franchises. The neighborhood movie theater had turned into a cineplex featuring disposable films for a disposable culture. Even the houses the suburbanites lived in didn't feel as authentic as structures in the older neighborhoods.