The last night that she lived
It was a common night,
Except the dying; this to us
Made nature different.
August 31, ‘13
My heart is heavy with a sense of Loss. The old house, #59 North St, in my home town of Watertown, was razed yesterday morning. I feel as if I’ve lost someone who lived – someone who was murdered by what appears to be a corrupt and greedy entity.
To Taft School I say “You bastards! You killed the old house!”
To the Historic District Commission, Watchdogs for the public and protectors of this property, who gave it up without a murmur or any ostensible regard for the people they represent, I say “You bastards! You killed the old house!”
To the people in town who didn’t care one way or another, a quote from Big Yellow Taxi by Joni Mitchell:
“Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got
‘Til its gone….”
To all those who wrote letters and emails, who made phone calls & signed petitions, who lettered signs and came out to march – who reached out in an attempt to save the old house — I say, “Good job and my deepest Condolences….