Don’t worry… it’s not ole 83!!!   It was like ah 78 or 79…  not sure, but still close enough to watch all day long.   As I was working I would take a break here and there and go out to see the whole thing taking place.  It was very fascinating.  I can see how little boys are fascinated by those heavy equipment monsters….  it was cool to watch the big excavator as it chewed and grabbed and took apart the old burned out moby!

A before shot….   it’s been a bit of an eyesore… ever since arsonists lit her on fire late in the winter and gave everyone a scare… three mobys went up in flames in a very short period of time.  They haven’t caught anyone to the best of my knowledge, but at least they moved on.

I’m glad to be someone that is rehabbing one of these old homes.   When I watched how much material was going to be clogging up a landfill somewhere… it made me feel good about old 83 and how she’s not going to be doing that for a good long time.   She’s made it now 30 years….  I hope she can make it another 30 years.  And why not?  Metal, wood, steel, etc., she’s still stable, and as we maintain her and keep improving aging systems, I think old Moby will be a great place to live in.   I hope to stay here for a good long time.   To be honest, unless the park got sold or something weird like that, I think this will be my home for as long as I can live here.  Why not?

It was very neat to watch the machine take it down… it was very “alive” in it’s actions, destructive, of course, but almost delicate and careful as it picked and lifted the remains of the moby. Once a piece of insulation got stuck in the tree and it was so neat to see the operator carefully pluck it free and pop it into the container. The people that did the work did a very nice job and didn’t just make a mess or anything. It took them about 5 hours or so and I’ll bet they made some good coin on the process. Still… kinda a shame to see it’s final moments.