Anyone that has been to our house will remember the field behind our property, with the 100-year-old barn, the tall concrete silo, and the grazing cows.

Well, they are no more. The field is still there, but it is now filled with the rubbish left behind when a barn and silo are destroyed. Not nearly as nice a view, I’m afraid, though perhaps we’ll have fewer flies.

The local Lions club owns the property, and they are apparently planning to build a community center of some sort. Not as nice as a park, but certainly nicer than a trailer park, so I am trying to withhold both optimism and pessimism and merely wait to see what happens.