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Years ago I lived for a time in a little apartment between 18th and 19th on Highland. I have many good memories of that neighborhood. The hospital was more of an annoyance then, and not yet the road-dissecting behemoth it has become now. The old Victorian houses that dot the Fort Sanders area are treasures. And yet, one by one, they are disappearing. We don't seem to have any trouble knocking down these structures that have served as homes and gathering places to multiple generations of Knoxville families, students and visitors. These houses are icons - not only of the neighborhood, but of the shared histories of the many lives that have been a part of it. I would like to think that the proud people who first installed those claw-toed tubs and marble mantles a century ago would have smiled at the thought of generations to come making their homes within those same walls. But, none of that matters. To the hospital and other commercial interests these are just worn down old relics, of course. Inconsequential piles of boards and rubbish, sitting on convenient properties. There is this thing called progress, you see. It comes with bulldozers, and watching remnants of our history and culture being lost under megatons of concrete.