The city workers in the town where I live have been busy for the past week at the Town Hall, located across the street from my apartment. The two story building takes up about a third of the city block along the street where I live. Barriers were erected, people wearing hard hats were scurrying about and the water was turned off for part of the day last Thursday. I didn't pay a whole lot of attention. Until this morning.
I was enjoying my first cup of coffee of the day while scanning the news headlines and perusing some of the blogs I read daily, when I heard the sound of a crash, coming from the street below. This was no ordinary crash, but was loud and long and sounded like someone was dumping great quantities of cans and bottles into the middle of the street. Nosy person that I am, I went to the window to see what was going on.
To my amazement I saw a giant backhoe that was taking huge bites out of the building. The crash I heard had been the collapse of one of the outer brick walls. I watched the progress off and on throughout the day. The machine kept taking down chunks of the building. The work had begun about 8 AM and by 4 PM there was nothing left but a mountain of rubble.
I guess I lied when I said nothing ever happens in my corner of the world. I can't hardly wait to see what happens next. :)
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