My morning coffee/blog-reading time was just interrupted by the desparate and loud knocking on my door of a grammar-challenged teenage boy, who, when I opened it, said, "Is it aw-right if y'all move ya'll vehicle." I looked behind me to see who else he was talking to, but it was just me. Anyway, he gestured to a giant semi which appears to serve the function of hauling away the remains of the house across the street, and which was having trouble getting itself into the front yard. Once I'all moved my'all vehicle, it took the truck at least 6 or 7 tries to maneuver its way onto what used to be the front lawn. I watched from the porch with my arms folded, fearing a repeat of the tree incident of 2003, and the subsequent anger of Kev. You don't want to mess with Kev's trees. Fortunately, no harm was done, but it's early, and I reckon it'll take more than one truck to haul away the whole pile.
I wonder what they would have done if I had refused to move my car from the street.
It is a sad day on Palo Pinto Ave.
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So the house was leveled instead of moved in one piece?
I've made fun of many protesters in my time. It was easy --- especially during those five years spent in Austin where protests were often not only frivilous, but a way of life.
But it's gotten to the point where pretty soon, you're going to find one john_clarke chained to the front porch of the next 1919 Craftsman house in East Dallas that's threatened by bulldozers in the name of a McMansion.
And as they haul me off to Lew Sterrett County Jail, you'll hear the confusing cry of "Beavers Don't Use Chainsaws!"
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