Master Builders of Sobriety

I WATCHED a team of workers tearing down a building. A structure that took several years to build was destroyed by a few men, in a fraction of the time it took to build. The roof came off; glass was broken; doors were ripped off the hinges; the walls caved in. Dirt and dust flew in all directions. The noise was such that you had to hold your hands over your ears to withstand it.