And thus it was done. Dad and I used to dream up ways the end would come for the citizens of Lego city; by gasoline lit fire in the driveway, by well placed M80s, by simulated earth quake and even letting the dog loose on the table like Godzilla. In the end it was dad's old hammer from the tool box that I wielded like Thor the Thunder God
and so it was that end of days came to pass. In the end I ended up packing all those blocks into 5 totes. Mom thinks the grand children will enjoy all those blocks. who wouldn't.
