Ray Alvareztorres states in his story on Ballston redevelopment {Real Eastate, Nov. 17} that it "must be rated as an improvement over the sins of redevelopment efforts like those in Rosslyn ... long considered hallmarks of poor planning and suburban displacement." Contrary to Mr. Alvareztorres's criticism, Rosslyn is Arlington's best kept secret. I should know; I live there.

Unjustifiably, Rosslyn bashing has become a local pastime. When I decided to move here almost four years ago, my friends were in a state of disbelief: "Rosslyn? You mean people actually live there?" To be honest, it wasn't my dream address. A pied-a-terre in Kalorama was more to my liking, but the price in Rosslyn was right, and it was only three blocks to a Metro stop.

I have never regretted calling Rosslyn home. True, the trees are few and far between, and the streets are not exactly "pedestrian friendly." And, yes, most of the office buildings look like relics from the '60s. But, I can walk to Metro and to the grocery store, not to mention the best Mexican restaurant around. The streets roll up at 7 p.m., but Georgetown is just a quick stroll across Key Bridge. The Iwo Jima monument and Roosevelt Island are next door.

We'll never be competition for Chevy Chase, but give us a break. Before you dismiss Rosslyn as that "concrete canyon," remember that some of us wouldn't live anywhere else.