Allow me to summarize highlights of the other many comments:
  • One person supports a family owned, but not a chain gas station (WTH? Sounds more like a political agenda)
  • One person is snarky about how downtowners evidently don’t deserve a quality of life anywhere near that of our vinyl subdivision brethren–since we live downtown, we should just suck it up, because there was once a gas station there, we should have no expectation to ever improve our area
  • The assertion that a ‘tastefully done’ project that integrates well with the Tinker Street project is acceptable. Well, that’s actually an oxymoron, and as I understand it, absolutely against the Tinker Street Redevelopment vision.
  • One woman is shocked at this anti-gas station sentiment, having relocated here from Manhattan. Uh, m’am, I’m no expert, but I’d say the density in Manhattan dwelling is just a trifle higher than the spread out neighborhoods we enjoy here. If I walked out my door and there was a bodega scrunched in here, a cafe there and commercial fronts, for the most part, below all residences, where I could easily walk to my dry cleaner, 5 restaurants and my gym,  I’d likely expect a gas station here and there, too. But don’t be silly–we are talking about block after block of Victorians, four squares and vintage apartment buildings– a gas station is an egregious anomaly. NYC this is not.
  • Someone compared this type of commercial environment to a restaurant and queries if the gas station will be a good neighbor, as that is the important part? Unfortunately, based on what I’ve seen of the other downtown gas stations, the person manning the station will never be caught outside his bullet proof box, much less, be monitoring the littering and chronic bumping base-line that seems inherent to gas stations.
  • Still another opinion stated that “neighborhood input,” shouldn’t be a consideration. When, as a homeowner, you are lead to believe that there are rules in place to protect you, your home and neighborhood, you are going to fight for what you believe are your rights. The assumption in this case was also that NIMBY is at play and we’d be thrilled to see it in someone else’s neighborhood. No, I don’t like the notion of a gas station in the heart of any residential–especially historic–neighborhood.
  • Rightfully so, one gentleman pointed out the alarming rate at which gas stations are being added to the landscape recently. Considering the environmental damage, as well as the other factors, we shouldn’t be keen to put them on every available street corner.


Indianapolis has really let me down here. Part of my rationale in moving to this city from Los Angeles was the warmth, old-fashioned values and perception that this was a place where people treat others as they’d like to be treated. Instead, in this instance, it seems people almost take pride in thumbing their noses at the misfortune of neighborhoods that have worked so hard to resuscitate the vitality and auspicious era the areas enjoyed at their inception, while hurtling through those same neighborhoods at break-neck speeds back to their cozy cul-de-sacs  in the ‘burbs. How does the financial gain of one outweigh the financial, social and other detriment of hundreds, if not, thousands? What would you do if you were in my shoes? Just a reminder: we’re all schlepping this pebble together. And we could really improve our game on looking out for one another. It’s time for everyone to revisit The Golden Rule and their Dr. Seuss, because I am more frequently reminded every day, of The Lorax.

 

As a post script, I spent more than an hour at the state library to find more solid dates relating to this location: From 1915-1919- there was no listing, where there had previously been residents, but by 1925 the address specified the Tiona Refining Co Filling Station occupied the space.

And while in 1973 it was a Gulf Gas station, there were are a couple missing directories between years, but by 1979, Williams Car Wash was located at 1602 N Central, after having no listing for that address in 1978 or 1975. Translation: the very latest there was a gas station there was 1978. (33 years without, for those not inclined to count)