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There is public art, history, architecture, and (of course) the arch. The arch is a wild expression of engineering and design. It was finished in 1965, the year my dad was born, and the sardine can that elevated me 630 feet evoked the space age and the promise of that time.
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 There is pride stacked upon historical eras, stacked upon each other. New construction is humming as a new layer establishes a contemporary take on its place along the Mississippi river. The city doesn't have too many more people than Anchorage, and it feels that way. |  |  |
