And before the apartment shell . . .

. . . . and even before the Fortran building, my aunt's house was on the land where the post office is. When the Farland brothers came around and offered to buy her and her neighbour's place, she took the money and bought a condo down south. She'd been trying for years to sell, but there weren't any takers. It was a nice house, and I've got good memories of the times I visited, but she'd had enough of the city and wanted to leave. Can't blame her.