When I was an angst-filled teenager the mere thought of destroying Milton-Union High School would have aroused my appetite for carnage.

And to be honest that’s exactly how I felt last week when a small army of industrial cranes and bulldozers actually descended on my old stomping grounds and struck the death blows to critical structural areas that sent the three-storied beast to the ground in a billow of dust, asbestos and shameful memories.

This three-ring circus was performed before the gawking audience of past graduates and ranks from the unemployed who all turned out to witness some old-fashioned wanton destruction like uninvited funeral guests. When the last mighty pillar fell the emotional crowd lost themselves in reminiscence.