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Originally Posted by MorganGrayson
I've been to *one* battlefield, and I won't be seeing another. What I saw, and most importantly, what I *felt* was nearly unbearable.
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Back in the mid-80s I had a very good friend who inherited a house in an old St. Louis neighborhood that happened to be undergoing a renaissance. She spent exactly one night there, and refused to even go back in it. When anyone asked her why, she would just say it felt "evil." She was a bit of a flake, anyway, so I thought the "urban pioneer" idea was just another of her phases (she had a lot of them). She sold the house for a very nice chunk of change..
About three years ago I was doing some digging around on the net about Civil War history. The house she inherited was built on the ground of a rather infamous Civil War prison where lots of people met less than pleasant fates, often for no more reason than they'd pissed off their neighbor or mother-in-law (border states had a lot of fun that way).
For the record - I think what drove out Ms. Suburbanite was a combination of the looks of her neighbors, who had not been gentrified, and the sounds of trucks, trains and barges (she was less than a quarter-mile from the Mississippi, and three blocks away from the original Anheusser-Busch brewery).
But who the hell knows ...