Why I founded AHI: Part 1
Nancy and I were setting about on our annual three-week vacation, this time solely

Up we climbed, spiraling around the wild rocky trails, finally leaning ourselves on the summit coign.

It was colder than this ….
Shivering in our windbreakers as the wind buffeted us into each other’s leeward, we paused and looked around us. To the north was the Firth of Forth, northwest was

I got into this business by accident and, as a graduate of the Yogi Berra School of Public Policy Analysis (”you can observe a lot just by watching“), I have learned what I know about affordable housing through experience, endless questioning, a fascination with affordable housing’s fragmentary and poorly documented history, and an inexhaustible curiosity. My gaze wandered away from the Castle to the southeast, where amidst a gorse of brick and slate cottages stood four massive high-rises all in a row, like petrified soldiers.

These are from Glasgow;
That has to be public housing, I thought. Now why would anyone build something that ugly and that isolated?
[Continued in Part 2 … ]