Something interesting that has puzzled and saddened me since moving back, has been watching all of my former school buildings in Provo be torn down or renovated into something very different. This was very disconcerting. It seemed to me, that my early history was being erased right before my eyes.
Well, I like to think that the past can be honored and remembered even when something grand and new takes its place. I think good musical arrangements prolong or even give new life to old songs. Maybe that's the same with old buildings? (Hmm....no. They are just gone.)