They’re tearing apart this old abandoned restaurant, which apparently used to be a hopping place “back in the day” and to sweeten up the big-swanky-boutique-hotel-business-development deal, the developers promised to keep as much of the recyclable material (wood, mostly) as possible. This means that people are showing up around 7am and prying and ripping and sledgehammering apart this structure piece by piece. Last night, in the dark, I stepped on that piece on the sidewalk and twisted my ankle.
I have to be thankful, though, because the only reason the slip I reside in became available months ago was because the prior liveaboard requested to move somewhere else to avoid the construction. So, hell, for it all to have worked out for me to get this primo slip at the cost of a sore ankle? Fine.