THE NEGATIVE REACTION

ITS OVER. . .

Not anything you might think is over, but something near and dear to my hear. The people who bought my parents quaint 1950's style rabler have chosen to level the house. I went by the house and the place I knew as home for over 20 years is now gone. A very large, muddy crater is all that's left. As I drove by, my heart sank and it wa hard not to ball my eyes out. I feel like these rich assholes are coming into Edina everywhere, leveling these houses, and putting up these obscene 8 million dollar homes. They don't fit into the area, and stand out like sore thumbs.

In the old neighborhood, within a block of my parents house, I counted 4 places this has already happened, count my parents house and another one around the corner and it's 6 total.

Awful, just awful. Usually people say, "There goes the neighborhood." when some white trash people or folks from the inner city move in, but its very fitting in this case.

I drove home, letting all the memories flood my brain and allowed me to shut everything out till I was aware I was parked in my garage for who knows how long. I can't call my Mom and tell her because of her frail state right now - she'd probably have a fricking heart attack. We all knew this was going to happen, but to stand there, looking into a place I spent so many happy times, was devastating for me. So much, and nwo its all gone.

I don't have anything else to say, other than to feel the sorrow and try to move on. I have no pics to post, I just want to keep those happy memories - happy.

R.I.P.
6320 Westwood Court
1985-2007



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