I was born and raised in Rochester. Growing up in the 50's, we didn't lock our doors at night. I left there in 1973 with my then husband, and two sons. I only returned to visit family, and then their funerals. When my last sibling passed in 2014, my trips to Rochester ceased. I wouldn't go back if they paid me.
You’re right - it was a beautiful city.
Our grandfathers and great grandfathers build American’s amazing cities - - sadly most now becoming democrat hellholes...