Twenty years ago, and for all my sins, I found myself at university studying urban planning and learning to lament the poor planning associated with post-war suburbia, the big houses, the double garages, vast lawns, and the cul-de-sacs. They really hated the cul-de-sacs…
However, I was always troubled. I grew up in a cul-de-sac and loved it.
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