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Another building which had literally been picked up and put down in a new location was St. Alban's Church, a red briok edifice done in Romanesque stylo and an almost exact replica of a famous church in Italy.
For years, St. Alban's had been an impressive landmark on 80th and Pattygrove, a shrine for pilgrims to visit and a goldmine for architecture students to tour.
Jo Brooks had been too wraped up in her own ghetto-liko existence to pay much attention to the changes going on all around her, and it was too much trouble for her to read a newspaper these days. Her world had narrowed down to a few frowzy, dim-lit taverns on the edge of Skid Row, her own apartment, and her jug of wine,
As sho hurried from the theater toward the Bayside Inn, Jo stopped and checked the street signs when she beheld St. Alban's Church on Third and Harrison, where the Baysido Inn should have stood. Jo had at one time been a devout member of St. Alban's, and she know as well as everyone, drunk or sober, that it was located at 80th and Pettygrove. But what was the church doing down in the tough district of town?
Jo stood, scratching her head in a puzzled manner, whon sho heard the faint but onco-familiar strains of the Kyprio float out into the street, strains which send a thrill up her spino and hypnotically bookoned her to step inside the vestibulo of St. Alban's for the first timo in fourteen years.
Inside the vestibule, Jo nervously hestitated, as she had suddenly becomo conscious of her rundown appearance and boyish haircut. She began perusing some of the tracts on the shelf just inside the door, and found a leaflet which briefly summarized the history of St. Alban's and pointed out that the newly-completod Willametto Freeway extension was responsible for the church's new location. Jo also learned from the leaflet that St. Alban's had been dismantled and rebuilt brick-by-brick, according to the original blueprints, so great had been the desire of the parishioners to preserve the unique beauty and architectural setting of their beloved church.
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