On Saturday, one day before I got word that my grandfather passed away, I happened to take my son on a virtual tour of the Baltimore City street where my grandparents owned a corner store. The last time I’d seen Tivoly Avenue in person there were piles of rubble as high as the rowhomes had once been. The entire block demolished, deemed irreparable by a …
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