Lament for my son’s school
I didn’t expect to feel this sad.
But the feelings are like the ones I had when I watched my dad decline and die two summers ago.
Except these feelings are not for a person; they are for a building.
Just a couple of months ago, my son’s fifth grade class “graduated” from Paul A. Schalm Elementary School in Clawson, Michigan. They were the 65th and final class to graduate from the school. In the days after they left, crews began gutting it for demolition.
We all knew it was coming. A few years ago, residents in Clawson voted to build a new elementary school, tear down Schalm, and sell the land for new housing. I voted for it. So did my wife. We thought then, as we do now, that making this change is the best course for our school district.
My mind made a sound decision; now my heart must grieve the cost.
Walk out our front door, turn right, walk a few paces to the corner, turn...