My Mother’s Vote Counted

I grew up in the inner city of Rochester, New York.

My family lived in a red-brick house that was built to last. It’s still there, in fact. Eastman Kodak had purchased all the property in our neighborhood and turned the entire area into a parking lot. But not our house. They couldn’t touch it. The Landmark Society wouldn’t let them. The foundation of our home was too strong, too solid; so much so it was deemed a…