I was just getting home today when I saw a bunch of people, mostly children, gathered on the sidewalk outside my house. Spectators! Uh oh!
My first thought naturally was that my house was on fire. But it wasn’t. This is what they were looking at:
Half a house!
This is what it looked like in January, when it was a whole house:
The kids cheered when the windows shattered.
I saw the curtains and the kitchen sink and I started to feel a bit sorry for the house, along with a wave of vicarious nostalgia for its former inhabitants’ unknown history. The poor house used to be some family’s home where they baked pies and raised happy, well-loved children. (And if that’s not strange enough, I cheered myself up by telling myself it probably had a dark evil history, complete with a wife-beater, and it needed to go.)
On with the show: the chimney was no match for the beast.
That’s one hungry caterpillar.
Burp.
Wow! Nothing like that ever happened on my street. (Not yet anyway.)
I stood with a crowd and watch the demolition of an old factory chimney. Everyone went very quite when it disappeared and my child cried. There was just an empty space – a little piece of history had been taken away. It was a very strange feeling.
that’s kinda cool to watch. glad it’s not your house
I watched a hotel in Las Vegas be imploded with dynamite about 15 yrs ago…It was a real show stopper…right on the main drag.
Hey Deb, how’s the honeymoon going?
Honeymoon is great…we are on the way back now. The seas are rough and the weather is rainy but up until yesterday evening, it was beautiful. I will call when we get home…Sunday probably
Rob just reminded me that you will be in NYC but we are going to head straight home. I am ready for my own bed and house.
It’s a shame they couldn’t just call habitat for humanity and have them come down and take what was recyclable.