From: Jerri Chalfant
Received: March 15
I got up this morning and reached for The Republic newspaper. My eyes went directly to the headline of “Ugly red building” slated for demolition. I cringed to see those words. I have only sweet and loving memories of “that building.” When I was a kid, my dad, Irvin Kintner, went there to get ice when he went fishing, when he went to the 500 race and when we went on picnics.
He would always ask if I wanted to go with him, and I was the first one out the door waiting by the car. I can remember the smell of the ice. I can remember dad bringing me out a piece of ice to chew on. I can remember the coldness of holding it in my hand until I had to put it down. I can remember how wonderful it was to be with Dad. I remember all of that every time I pass that “ugly red building.”
So, tearing it down for a parking lot is probably what will happen. But, I, for one, will miss the feeling of a piece of handheld ice, the smell and the times spent with my dad.
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