My walk through verdantly lovely and blooming Midtown today was punctuated with construction, paint, and the sound of worker bees chatting.

Commercial prospects appear to be good–if you ignore the “For Lease” signs on a lot of small shops. Meanwhile, new buildings, condos, and other enterprises are sprouting. We’ve seen cycles of this over the years–certainly the face of Sacramento today has changed quite a bit from the 80s and 90s.

The difference today was the language I heard between the worker bees. If it wasn’t English, it was Russian. I recall in previous years that the worker bees buzzed quite a bit in Spanish, some Vietnamese, and some of the smaller Asian language groups. Not so much Russian.

Mom, guess what? The Russians aren’t coming. They’re already here.

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