Our most estimable colleague Casey Coston, the heavyweight on the Soapbox masthead, has an excellent piece on urban pioneering in today’s issue. Stripling that he is, he couldn’t possibly have known that we ourselves were pioneering on Broadway and Spring Street long long long ago, and that there would not be those bosky groves adjacent to the old Woodward H.S. building were it not for the whining and wheedling of our persistent self and our neighbours in those days of wallpaper print shirts and cork wedgies.
What we want to know is what is the term for those such as the Mercantile Library that did not desert the city center, not once? So we didn’t have to come back and pioneer. We have lodged at 414 Walnut since 1840 and have never been tempted to flee, no matter how nice it might be to have a patio or a garage.