When I was growing up, I remember my parents speaking of places that were gone. They spoke in terms of pools, ice skating rinks and even my Dad’s childhood home which no longer remains. For some reason, it never really occurred to me that places of my childhood might also disappear. Or maybe I thought it would just happen later in life and not in my early thirties.

Some places of my childhood were gone quickly and replaced by something new. Other places are dying a slow and painful death. In my opinion, it’s much harder to watch the places you once loved die a slow and painful death.

One of the shopping malls I use to frequent as a teenager is dying such a death. I started going there with my mom as it was on the outskirts of Pittsburgh and provided many more shopping options than o...

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