Walking Columbus Park on a cold December day, one can’t help but notice traces everywhere. Traces of a once vibrant Italian American community. Traces of their continued legacy of prideful fellowship and service. Traces of the influx of Vietnamese American residents. Traces of looming big budget developers knocking on the door. Even traces of the snow that fell a few days prior. Traces that suggest that this was, is, and will likely always be a community defined by transition.
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