It's been there most of my life, a giant castle standing over my walks home from Jr High, watching over my first drives, my trips to Pennington's and Weber's, my visits to the grocery, to Hancock's, to Church's and Cici's, stroller walks with my babies and long walks with my grandbabies. I have lived within a mile of this huge friend for almost all of my life. And now it is coming down. The big dinosaurs are chopping it into pieces and throwing it into giant dumpsters.
We knew it was coming down, we knew it was coming soon. We knew it was an eyesore, a danger, a firetrap.
But I guess I always kept my fingers crossed that somehow someone would save it, the old castle, and it would regain its former luster and glory. That presidents and entertainers, like Nixon and Elvis, would visit. That seniors could have their proms there again. That we could visit the funky piano bar and hear the lounge singers or attend another special Christmas party on the top floor.
I guess this is really the end.