The day after we signed the lease for our apartment, someone walked up to Mr. Bloomsbury and told him that the building outside our front door was slated to be demolished. It wasn't the worst news because the building was a complete eye sore. Even though the demolition got to be noisy at times, we honestly enjoy our view much better without it.
The demolition lasted about the entire first year we lived here. Piece by piece, the building was disassembled until finally there were just piles of rubble left. One day the small children and I were leaving our apartment, and we noticed there were a number of fire trucks parked at the site.
| Fire trucks and emergency equipment |
We stopped to look through the fence, and I could see workers gathered around a pile of rubble. The first thing that came to my mind was that perhaps they had uncovered another WWII bomb. But then, my oldest small child said, "Mommy, is that a dead guy?" I looked to see where she was pointing and sure enough, there were legs sticking out from under a pile of rocks!
| Look closely at the dark spot on the left in the foreground. You can see legs and boots sticking out from under the rocks. |
| A closer look at the "dead" guy. |
Later that evening we searched news sources for any story about an accident at the job site, but there was nothing. We concluded that perhaps this was just a realistic scenario designed to put emergency responders to the test. We may never know!