I'm no urban planner, and Lord knows I have no inclination to be one. But whenever I hear my fellow diehard metropolitans talking up the Holy Grail of downtown dwelling -- something that seems to happen like clockwork every First Friday -- I inevitably shake my head in disbelief. I'll grant them points for being true believers, like those folks who actually buy the line that Phoenix's art scene rivals all others nationwide. (Uh,... More >>>