I saw a wonderfully snarky bumper sticker today:

"Suburbia: Where they tear out the trees,
and then name streets after them."

Touché.

I spent my teen years growing up in a place called The Glen at Harrington Grove (HG also consisted of the Arbor, the Oaks, etc...). To its credit, the older parts of the subdivision did manage to keep a good number of trees, sort of.

Of course, just outside that neighborhood there used to be cow pastures and a few scattered cottage-y homes. Now, instead, there is a shopping center, and I-540.

I thought I wasn't supposed to be able to tell stories like that until I had grandkids...