After years of watching our porches rot and rebar poke through the driveway, I find myself in the middle of a big landscape project. To some, this might be the stuff of dreams. We're picking out plants, buying mulch, putting gardens where the gravel pit of a driveway used to be. But for me, it's worse than that dream where you show up at a meeting in your birthday suit. I know there will be a day when I can enjoy coffee under an umbrella, surrounded by petunias and shrubs and pretty walkways, but it won't be anytime soon. And until then, I — like seemingly half of Platt Park... More >>>