Hundred-year-old dust

We visited the demolition of the Luzon this morning. While we watched, I told Viola about Burnham and Root, Chicago, the World's Columbian Exposition, historic preservation, and a certain jerk named Eric Anderson.

For all the sadness, the demolition was pretty cool. There were some protesters early in the morning, but the crowd was mostly silent and sign-less when we were there.

And I finally had an excuse to take a picture of a Tacoma legend, that guy with the fancy bike and legwarmers (and, as Joe added, "ripped calves").