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My
dad recalled looking up at the stars in the roofless house
as a twelve-year-old kid before falling asleep. Dad didn’t
mind living in an unfinished house. He described Pleasant
Hill as “open and private. It felt like all the homes
were on ten acres.” Over the years, my dad and grandpa
noticed dramatic changes in their community. Each year
more farmland was devoured to build strip malls and neighborhoods
with larger homes. As real estate prices rose, many of
their neighbors sold their homes and lots. Soon my grandpa
had the only small house on the block, surrounded by a
sea of homes four times the size of his dwelling. |
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