"Most of em." and don't say anything else.
This morning as I drove by the bank, I noticed that one of our old buildings on the square had collapsed under the weight of wet snow. What a pity. I hate to see it torn down, but, by the looks of the long crack in the wall next to the pocket park, that's what will happen.
There doesn't seem to be a way to save it, even if the first floor were to be scrapped. Even worse, the damage affected the next building as well. This yellow tape automatically made me think of a crime scene. The criminal? My snow lullaby. Sigh.