In 1965, this gym was state of the art.
It had locker rooms for boys and girls, a weight room, offices for the coaches. It had polished hardwood floors on the basketball court, wood bleachers that could be rolled out or in depending on event requirements. In the gymnasium, we band geeks performed concerts,the school had its Homecoming, Pep assemblies and Prom. In P.E.,we rope climbed from the gym floor to the ceiling, touched a beam and came down as fast as we could while classmates watched and nervously waited their turn.
Money has been appropriated for a new state of the art sports complex. The new facility is almost complete and all that is left to do is demolish this old still functional gym, scoop its pieces up with a big machine to be hauled away by another big machine.
In a world on the move, chasing its tail, collateral damage is just part of the game.
Newer,Bigger Better keeps our economy percolating.
Looking back is just for those who get sentimental weighing progress and what is lost in its shuffle.