The day after I moved my boat out of Triangle Road, they descended on the property with trucks, excavators and a bunch of guys. The excavator just put the bucket on top of a shed and pushed. No contest, the shed collapsed. He then moved on to the next one and so on around the circle of sheds.
My shed was the second last one to go. The last was the one next to me. The one with the stripped wooden sail boat. I watched as the excavator came over to the little shed. The operator got out of the machine, walked into the shed for a quick look around and then raised the bucket and brought it crashing down on the little boat. It took maybe 10 minutes to completely destroy any semblance of a boat. There were just bits of wood, some pieces of tarp, and the lead keel. Not much to show for what was once some ones dream.
I had talked to the guy from that shed one night a few months back. He and his sister would come over to their boat whenever he was in town and work on it. It was their fathers boat. He had built it many years ago and gave it to them when he was finished with it. It needed to have the interior cleaned, equipment updated and repainted. That’s all, and it would have been a great little boat to mess around in. It did not deserve the treatment it got. People are such bastards.
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