I was featured in a story in the Boston Globe yesterday about what it’s like to live in Springfield. It was a really nice piece. Not surprisingly, the comments that followed the article were predictably snide. I say not surprisingly because, of course, this entire website, Rational Urbanism, is based at least partly on the principle that Springfield and cities like it are excellent places to live despite the fact that many people believe that to be untrue.
Apart from ridiculous statements about landfills (As if there were a BETTER place to stick a landfill than next to an automobile sewer.) and erroneous criticisms about the reporter not mentioning that the city (unlike every other community in the United States) has a drug problem, my favorite comment was that the entire article was “hard to swallow”; as if the most significant media deception in this country were tricking unsuspecting suburbanites into relocating to the city: Gentrifications of Mass Destruction.
Hard to swallow? Swallow this, I like where I live. I have no idea where you live and I don’t give a rat’s behind if YOU like where I live. The pleasure we get in our lives from living how we do is not contingent upon your approval. I will say this, every objective point made in the story is true:
3,500-square-foot, four-level home(English basement in rear), gorgeous brick row house
Hardwood floors and a (two actually)marble fireplace (4 fireplaces in all)
The buildings across the street were abandoned but are being rehabilitated (See the workmen?!)
LuLu can walk to school, and dance, and music lessons (School as seen from our front room)
Getting in a car is more dangerous than living in an urban neighborhood