The Demolition of Mirro
I took my turn visiting the streets surrounding the Mirro building today. Almost like a funeral, cars and trucks filed by, their occupants pointing their fingers to old memories.
In the parking lot across the street, I got out of my truck to take some pictures. I took a little time to stop and chat with two men also watching the demolition. This had not been their first visit of the day, they had been back numerous times. Long retired, they claimed they had nothing better to do. They told me that the big white machine being used to tear down the walls was acting up and the destruction wasn’t going quite as planned. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it was the ghosts of Mirro Heros past that had a hand in it, saying “Slow this down a bit, so that others can come and take one last look.”
I realize a lot of people consider it an eyesore and nothing else. But to so many, it was a place near and dear to their hearts. A place they took their lunch buckets to every day. A place they met and talked to their friends at every day. They got their paychecks and bought a car. Then a house. Raised their families and stayed working there for decades. I remembered locking my keys in the car in that parking lot. Not only once… LOL Lots of friendships were made in those structures. Lots of memories…