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Down By the Station




 

In light of yesterday’s coffee-centric post I thought I’d seek out Columbia’s newest coffee truck, Diga. I was out and about for an appointment near the hospital and the Banneker Fire Station was on my way home. Alas, they are only there Thursdays and Fridays. I took the opportunity to noodle around the neighborhood behind the fire station. I’d love to know the history of how it came about. It’s rather like its own little island. 

Image from Google Maps


Image from Columbia Town Center website


I rather like the colored-coded map from the Village of Town Center, directly above. “The Village of Town Center” somehow sounds wrong, but, no stranger than the folks who once told me that they lived in “The Village of Outparcel.” 

In late fall of 1992 the first residents moved into the Banneker neighborhood which is located on Banneker Road behind the fire station. Banneker consists of 210 multi-family units, the Banneker Place townhouses and Wyndham condominiums. - - Town Center History of Town Center Neighborhoods

Wow. 1992. I moved to Columbia in the summer of 1999. The Banneker neighborhood would have been relatively new then. My impression when I arrived was that all building in Columbia had long since been completed. Silly me.

You may recall that the County proposed incorporating the Banneker Fire Station with apartment housing several years back. There was vociferous pushback from residents in the Banneker neighborhood. I wonder if any Columbia residents objected to adding more density or changing the character of the community when the Banneker neighborhood was built?

It is true that there’s only one way in and out of Banneker. If the County proposed creating other connecting roads I bet that Banneker folks would not be too keen on that. After all, “you don’t want undesirables driving through…”

It’s hard to say, of course. I haven’t asked them.

Well, today is Thursday so I may try again for coffee at Diga. If you have any interesting local weekend events on your radar, fill me in. 


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