A few years ago we bought a new home and every Saturday and Sunday when we wanted to sleep in we were awoken with the rhythmic music of the tapping of hammers. Well that music of tapping hammers died a few years ago, when new home construction came to a near halt.
Like the line in the Don McLean song American Pie "some thing touched me deep inside the day the music died", we were all touched when the tapping of hammers almost came to a stop in the last few years. Well I'm here to tell you that the music has resumed as I witnessed it with my own ears this week.
While searching the MLS for a home for transferee I found those listings we use to find, ones without a picture and only a sketch or rendering of what the home would look like. Well, my buyer and I ventured to see the development where the four sketches were being built.
Like music to our ears we arrived in a beehive of activity and red mud. There was raw dirt just recently exposed for multiple basements and the heavy equipment was parked on an empty lot down the hill. Trucks full of concrete were there with their loads spinning, waiting to pour down the chute to the carefully prepared forms.
There were vans and trucks of all shapes and colors parked along one side of the road. Back when we moved into the new subdivision I remember the traffic jams all the construction vehicles would cause and remembered complaining when they parked on both sides of the road totally blocking access. Now instead of complaints of traffic jams we welcome the confusion and congestion because it represents recovery for us all.
I just stood back and took it all in. Twelve homes under construction in one subdivision and five in another. There must have been at least sixty construction workers of some sort there. Think of it, sixty jobs when we are a country starved for jobs. And think of the other jobs the construction was creating through the ripple down to suppliers and subsequent trades to be on site during the building process.
Here was a ‘manned' sales office with an agent on duty. When was the last time you heard that one. The builder was in his office, managing schedules of labor and materials. Everyone had mud on their shoes. It was great!
How sweet the memories that this experience conjured up, with the smell of freshly turned dirt, sawdust and diesel, Memories from years ago during the housing boom. It is amazing what once was an inconvenience is now music to my ears.
Folks, the music has resumed! The music of the engine that turns our world, housing and the jobs it creates. So listen in the distance for that heavy equipment moving dirt, the sound of trucks loaded with construction supplies rumbling down our road, the buzz of saws and that rhythmic tapping out of the hammers. The music is not dead, and it is touching each and every one of you.
Mark Lackey, Associate Broker, EcoBroker with the Atlanta Housing Source at Solid Source Realty, Inc.. He can be reached at 404-886-8789 and through his web site http://www.AtlantaHousingSource.com
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