One day during the beginning of the demolition, a boy about 12 who I'd seen around the neighborhood stopped me on the street and asked, "Why are you tearing down the House of Gold? I love that house." An opinion I am certain he didn't have before it was gold. I pointed to the houses around us - all broken down and boarded up - and said, "See all of those houses? They're all gold - on the inside. Just like you and me."