Frank Lloyd Wright and the Confused Sense of Place
My hometown was built on top of a graveyard for horses—at least that’s what Megan Martin’s parents told her and she, in turn, told us. Even if it wasn’t true, it kept our imaginations alight at the prospect of what lay beneath the split-levels and strip malls. For awhile, the closest thing to majesty remained underground, and we weren’t even sure of its existence....