I was the one out at all hours of the night after the storm. I was the one who picked up all the peices and put it all back together. Not the club ... ME. They never even showed to help do chores not even once. I guess this is what is meant by dreams die ... No they don't... other people kill them. It is no long about what is best for anyone ... It is about someone else wanting something and just plain out taking it.
Well, enough about it ... It is done and so the change begins. What will that spot become now??? Mom says maybe a fiber studio ....