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Retiring in Style

In A Sense of Place, 7. Sprawl and New Urbanism by John Banksy

Florida for most geriatrics is a wonderful place to die. My parents who retired at the ripe old age of 58 decided to enjoy the pleasantries of the gated community life. The place that they decided to retire—Miromar Lakes is deemed “The Number One Community In America”. It’s also a recipient of the National Association of Home Builders Gold Award …

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The World’s Playground

In A Sense of Place, 10. Placemaking by John Banksy

Growing up in the Atlantic City area is not how most would imagine. The city’s nickname is The World’s Playground, but it’s really not a place for children. Atlantic City is a playground to practice your vices. Adults visiting from the tri-state area will find that drugs, gambling, or prostitution are the vices that are the most easily accessible. Now …

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Gypsy Cab Ride

In A Sense of Place, 3. City Form and Orientation by John Banksy

My first experience in New York City as a young adult was when I had visited my older brother for the first time alone. My Brother had just graduated from Fordham University and had gotten a job and a new apartment. So I came up for a celebratory visit. I was only fourteen years old at the time but I …

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Old Unreliable

In A Sense of Place, 2. The Spirit of Place by John Banksy

It’s around 4 a.m. on a Sunday Morning and I had just left a rooftop party in Manhattan. I’m walking back to my subway station to catch the L back to Brooklyn or as I would often jokingly refer to it as—old unreliable. Not that the L was always unreliable but anytime after 1 am the train ran about every …

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Lofty Expectations

In A Sense of Place, 5. Visions of Utopia by John Banksy

It was during my first semester in university housing that I realized that the cost of room and board was the same as many larger apartments in the Bushwick area. The living situation of a small studio in Senior House that I was sharing with an anti-social roommate was another reason I began exploring other options. Because the location of …

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Maze Of Homes

In A Sense of Place, 1. The Experience of Place by John Banksy

It’s late, way past midnight, and I’m stumbling down the side of the road looking for my cell phone. Another night of drinking has led me astray. I’m wondering where I am, as the housing development I wandered into is rows upon rows of cookie-cutter homes. I am far from home, and I have not the slightest idea the direction …