
Is it bizarre that I look at things like this and want to save them?

Am I really the only one who thinks this sort of construction merits our stewardship?

Are people REALLY telling me that such a house is beyond salvage?

What will fill the void if this house goes away?

Does no one else wonder how many children have sat on this bench to remove their galoshes or snow-boots?

Do we really want to fill our landfills with shards of quality craftsmanship; bits of old-growth history?

Apparently I AM crazy.
To say nothing of tired.
And very very sad.