Rubble is rubble
"Let's put a big banner on the building we're going to implode to celebrate our new line of printers." I worked for the people who came up with that line of thinking. It was the demolition equivalent of putting lipstick on a pig. There's no way igniting a few hundred pounds of explosives and leveling a giant brick manufacturing complex can be perceived as a celebration. You can PR spin a ribbon-cutting or a golden-shovel groundbreaking. But, flying bits of concrete and debris? Building 9 implosion, (c) DKassnoff. It's rubble. It's the end of something. And if you view the video on the New York Times' website, it's anything but a celebration. John Baldoni's recent essay on Forbes.com reminded me of that day, not too many years ago, when we tried to put a pretty bow on a scene of destruction. And we failed. Past and current employees gathered for the event on a sunny morning (June 30, 2007). Most of them cried w