Lately, I've been hearing a lot of griping in urbanist blogosphere. Everyone's pet project or urbanist manifesto seems to get offended by every debonair word that proceeds from the White House. I for one, don't give a hoot if instant paradise does or does not arrive with this presidency. But, boy, do I have one test for this presidency. I've read Dreams from My Father, Mr. President...I hope, in your self-conscious composure, you do not forget your inheritance. I hope you do not forget your grandfather's walk down the red path, undisturbed and insolent to ridicule. I hope you remember the baraka...the blessing, and the moral leadership it requires.
I practice architecture and urban design in Charlotte, N.C., often as a consultant in transportation projects. The rest of my time I help layout the developments of the clients of the firm I work for. While I'd like to be an urbanist, if anything, I'm an expert in the layout of parking lots. For now, just consider me an "aspiring urbanist", until governments allow me to practice what I preach.