If you're a suburbanite, you'll likely look at this picture and say, "Yeah? So?" You don't see any horror here. No soullessness. Suburbanites have comfortably redefined the notion of "soul", they've landscaped it, with a pretty white picket fence around it to give it boundaries: stay in your own yard and avoid angst. Suburbanites are, after all, by definition those who have fled the urbs. I know, here I go again. Think I'm dealing in unfair stereotypes? More than once I've heard, and I paraphrase, which is my God-given right as a blogger, "Thank God we have Town Center, so now we don't have to go into Norfolk," and if you don't know what that means, look up the reason Virginia Beach became a city in the first place.