People are always saying change is good.  I suppose that's true but there are times I hate change.  When things of our youth disappear they take a part of us with them.  Big ugly structures like the abandoned power plant on Rosedale, the gantry Mark mentioned, the bulk plant that used to be a very busy place and sat across the field where I grew up.  The double row of palm trees that lined Wear Drive and were landmarks are a big part of the memories MY youth.  The house I grew up in is gone, the trees are gone, the bulk plant doesn't seem used, the gantry is gone, and one day the power plant will disappear too.

It's said "you can't go home again" but sometimes I drive out there and just sit on the little strip of pavement that replaced the dirt road of my,  and Marks,  youth...I close my eyes and remember.  In my mind, and my heart, I'm home again.