Demolition

This week's word brought back memories of a building imploded and brought down, in Detroit. It was a party atmosphere one Sunday morning on Michigan Avenue in the heart of the city. An old, wore out hulk of a building was standing in the way of progress one minute......it lay in a pile of rubble the next.

We were two blocks away and the demolition of that building went perfect, all the way down to the dust blowing away from all the onlookers. You should have heard the explosions, then the crash, then the cheers. It was a truly amazing feat accomplished in one of our most storied cities. And to watch such an event is an experience you will never forget!

I have often wondered about the ones who set the charges. I do not know this for a fact, but I imagine they were trained by the military. Where else would one learn to blow things up? Maybe there is an International Brotherhood of Demolition Experts, and maybe you have to serve a 5 year apprenticeship, but I haven't heard of it.

This week's word, demolition, brings up different meanings for different people, but it was real good for me to remember that day. Those remembrances brought back other memories of my time in Detroit, good memories of good people and of good times! Makes me want to try and find some of those people. I believe I will.