Steinbeck and Seattle in 1960

"I remembered Seattle as a town sitting on hills beside a matchless harborage - a little city of space and trees and gardens, its houses matched to such a background. It is no longer so. ... This Seattle was not something changed that I once knew. It was a new thing. Set down there not knowing it was Seattle, I could not have told where I was. Everywhere frantic growth, a carcinomatous growth. Bulldozers rolled up the green forests and heaped the resulting trash for burning. The torn white lumber from concrete forms was piled beside gray walls. I wonder why progress looks so much like destruction."