My parents grew up in rowhouses in Philly, and my grandparents lived in theirs until the early 80s. I visited my grandparents often, and aside from certain inconveniences like the endless stairs didn't think too harshly of the rowhouse. But after the MOVE incident in Philadelphia back in May 1985, I never wanted to set foot in one of those nightmare firetraps again.

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