Out of curiosity and concern, I trotted out to a community meeting today in a neighboring city where those who live there (almost all Latino immigrants) were asked what they would like their future community to be like as it goes through redevelopment, in a last-ditch attempt to not become yet another hipster haven. This meeting was immediately followed by one about permanent resident status for immigrants. It was packed. It was held in a small, lively mall where you can buy quincineira dresses and cakes, rosary beads, cowboy hats, and all kinds of religious paraphernalia including baby Jesus in all sizes. I took photos to add to my Buford Highway photo album. This street will be changing quickly. Even faster, now, most likely.