Photos By John Hoff
Those of us who are fighting to turn our neighborhood around--and succeeding by overwhelming measure, judging by recent crime stats--always have mixed feelings about demolition. On the one hand...
...crummy buildings fall into the hands of crummy people, and then we have to ride these slumlords like a rodeo steer, slapping their sorry butt with the bureaucratic equivalent of a cowboy hat. So if the building is falling apart and not cost-effective to fix, we're not sorry to see it go down. Usually. Not always.
On the other hand, even the toughest buildings have character which can't be replaced, and as our neighborhood becomes more trendy, more revitalized every day and every hour, the destruction of these buildings may represent the loss of impossible-to-replace treasures.
Like so many other crummy buildings, 618 25th Ave. N. has my fingerprints on its history. I personally called 311 about the siding as it began to disappear, piece-by-piece. And I look forward to the day I can call 311 about a weedy, vacant lot needing mowing.
(Am I the only one who thinks vacant lots should have a little sign with the address, for 311 and 911 purposes? How often have I had to say, "Well, it's just south of this OTHER address, which actually HAS a house on it...")