City Diversity Represents Accident And Chaos.

Lowly, Unpurposeful And Random As They May Appear, Sidewalk Contacts Are The Small Change From Which A City's Wealth Of Public Life May Grow.

My Mother Used To Say When We Were Children, 'when A Boy Gets A Stick In His Hand, His Brains Run Out The Other End Of It.' Power Is A Stick In The Hand, And I Have Never Heard Of Anybody Who Wielded A Very Big Stick Of Power Whose Brains Did Not Run Out The Other End. As A Nation, Our Brains Are Running Out The Other End Of Our Power Right Now.

(the Psuedoscience Of Planning Seems Almost Neurotic In Its Determination To Imitate Empiric Failure And Ignore Empiric Success.)

I Think That Intelligent People To A Great Extent Are Captives Of Their Time Or Place.

Today Barbarism Has Taken Over Many City Streets, Or People Fear It Has, Which Comes To Much The Same Thing In The End.