I grew up like most other 73-year-olds, with my parents, 4 brothers and a dog, in Rochester, New York. Our city was busy with downtown shopping stores lined up and down Main St.
Just a few miles in either direction of the city were acres of sunflowers, cornfields, cattle farms, hay bales lined in the fields of farmers. This was 40 and 50 years ago.
Now, those fields are gone. Those areas are lined with towering businesses, 5-floor townhomes, gas stations on every corner, and huge warehouses…