FOR ALL THE YEARS I lived next to that building I never stepped foot inside. Last week, though, I parked my car in the vacant, overgrown parking lot. I walked past the broken windows of the guard station and through a busted down exterior wall. I stood there for a moment in all that emptiness and thought backward.
It’s sad to see the backdrop of your childhood rot away. All physical evidence of the Johnson Controls plant will be gone sometime in the near future. It’s time for it to be something else, something new again, something important and something full of life like I’ll always remember it.