In 1998 as excavators were rolling across the dirt piles that would become our beautiful home, the sharp eye of a future cohouser noted that the foundation wall of the parking garage — already cast in concrete — seemed to be encroaching on the area labeled "Great Lawn" in our community site plan. The call quickly went out with a sense of great urgency. When I saw the message, I took my site plan, an architectural scale, and walked the two blocks from the home where Kim, Phyllis and I lived to Richdale Ave. To our collective relief, I ascertained that the foundation wall was in the correct location. In place of the grandeur implied by the original name, the whole event suggested that a more appropriate label for the area is "Pretty Good Lawn." The name, and the accompanying sense of realistic expectations, has been a characteristic of the community ever since. (Bob Cowherd 2019)