Yes, I comprehend that time marches on and that things change, but there's just something moving about a landmark changing. I can drive down most any familiar street and in my mind is playing a video recording of how things once were. It totally annoys my wife that I'm always pointing out the window at an empty lot or a new Dollar General and saying "That's where that old double-drive-through sandwich place used to be. Remember? They had such awesome French fries. You remember. The ones like Snapps used to serve. Remember? Snapps. I think they were bought out by Rally's. Oh, Rallys has good fries..." and on and on it goes.
Anyway, yesterday I was driving down Archdale Road in Archdale, NC, as I have almost daily for over 24 years, when I felt a sudden disturbance in the Force. "Where'd the Tire Pole go?!?"
The Tire Pole has always been a mystery. I noticed it when we moved to NC from Ohio back in 1999 and every time I saw it I wondered "Who put that there?" "Was there a service station there years ago?" "Perhaps it was a one-man mechanic shop or a small engine repair shop..." It looked like someone had planted flowers in it at some point, and who knows, maybe that's what it was actually for.