The Word was on my mind all morning, and even, to my surprise, on the street. I doubt the guys at Redline knew the association (or maybe?), but there was irony to spare; here was a rowhouse waiting to go townhouse, or even townhome. It was in the red (pink) zone in 1938, but the colors had all changed; now it was solid blue, or even poised for green.
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