It would have been inconceivable to me, 8 years ago, that there would be a trendy bar in downtown Durham featuring - well, what? a sculpture of a suspended weasel, surrounded by wreaths of white thingies, hybrid leaf-flowers? Inconceivable that there should be a 21c hotel, with this bar, and a restaurant. Not that this was the trendy bar at which I had a drink or so this evening (a choice! also incomprehensible!) - not that I stopped off, either, at the ice cream parlor (called Parlour), nor the cupcake bar, nor nor nor ... this used to be half-boarded-up, thrift store territory. The old scary carpark where I used to park? Modern apartments. The Greyhound station? The Durham History Hub. Yes - I know that this yuppification carries all sorts of social displacement issues with it - but I am still, all the same, marveling.