Today was the day. The 112 year old house at 122 S. Whitcomb met it fate at the hands of an excavator. As I walked towards the house I experienced both sadness and relief. At least now its fate is sealed. There's no more fighting that can be done to save the property. There's no longer any chance that someone might come along and haul the house away so that it can at least live on in some other location. But I also found myself a bit confused by the number of fire engines (3) and other fire vehicles (2) that were assembled along the street. I'm sure one would have been more than sufficient to block off the road from passersby (not that I'm even sure why passersby would need to be blocked as all of the activity was taking place on the lot, not in the street). I can only assume the fire brigade was called in because of karma, and the sweet kicker that she threw at the home owners as they destroyed the house that the neighbors had fought so hard to save.

To the left are three fire engines (with fire fighters sitting around on the back of one of the trucks).

To the right is the remains of the 112 year old house at 122 South Whitcomb.

You see, as the excavator was climbing over the rubble, it apparently, in slow motion from what I hear, tipped over until it was left with one wheel tread pointing up toward the sky. I suspect the pile of men on top of the rubble were trying to work out how to remove enough debris to enable the excavator to tip back right-side-up.

See my previous post on this house: It's Too Late Baby