Working on Lot N

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Lot N memories. Strange watching something being torn down. A little bit, day by day. The sound of concrete and metal, biting, scraping. The machines keep working and the thing comes down, piece by piece. Shaking the pieces over huge dumpsters waiting for the recycled material. Looking at spaces where cars used to park, where my car used to be parked. The visits and walks down to our vehicles. See you later, tomorrow, good luck and whatever else passes for some goodbye greeting. The death of the garage is bitter sweet, perhaps a wee bit melancholy but I don't think I would go that far. It' s nothing really to lament over. Sleep will not be lost nor tears either bitter or of joy. Alas I will miss a structure on the way into work.