Driving to the anti-fascist, anti-oligarch demonstration, we passed the ongoing demolition of the Labor Temple.

Men and women from Operating Engineers Local 649 (they have their own hall) operated the exavators that tore into former union offices, a meeting room where older musicians used to play Thursday morning jam sessions.

Squeaking, scraping, groaning machines sounded like music, maybe a Wagnerian soundtrack. The machines resembled dinosaurs, an extinct species, devouring the extincting shelter for carnivorous, unleashed predatory dire wolves of Wall Street.

The Salvation Army plans to use the space for housing for homeless men.

— Burt Raabe