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When you drive past that construction to and from lunch everyday (instead of any of the 50 restaurants within a half-mile of work). The steel skeleton of the new plaza is up, at least part-way, now. I saw surveyors in the parking lot of the defunct KII&CC yesterday, with those telescope-looking things on tripods, scoping out towards the area behind the new B-Dubs.

My choice would require a return of the popularity of iconic Hanna Barbera cartoons.

Wow! You mean I can get rich off of having no common sense? Hit it, Satchmo! ♫What a wonderful woild! Oh, yeah!"

Makes me want to go out to the lobby, to get myself a treat.

I was expecting a Peanuts attraction.

Garfield's Nightmare:

Route 741, Tylersville and Western Row Roads, for the time being, will have to fill in.

So, Kings Island is expanding Dinosaurs Alive and renaming it Ohio Harbor? All kidding aside, I get the feeling we'll still have our leisurely, prehistoric side show at least another season or two.

Sunbathing? At this hour? Oh, wait... Thanksgiving tomorrow.. oh yeah. (Tb, equally or more slap happy because medicine )

Nope. At no hour of the day or night, can an ambiguously-framed question escape the mighty Interpreter. Nope.

EDIT - I was unaware of the innuendo behind a certain catchphrase, and removed the post. Sorry.

I drive to a state park way out in the countryside, which has a forested hiking trail that is nestled between two high hills, completely blocking all but the most natural sounds which, at this time of year is the sound of wind blowing through the late-autumn leaves that hang on through November. The scent of fallen leaves, and natural earth on the cool, frosty November air puts me in that mood of wonder and awe of the season that brings family and friends together. Then I head over to Dad's, eat like there's no tomorrow, pass out on the recliner, and wake up in time to catch the football scores.

On one of my many, many trips to the top of the Eiffel Tower: Boy (probably 6 or 7): "All the people look like ants!" Apparently younger sister, very matter-of-fact: "Yeah. Tiny, very colorful ants!"

I don't know the reasons why they couldn't pony up, but it is very sad to see happy places go down like this.

When you take Vortex Lover and xXDrummerKiDXx's collective advice from above, and use Street View to go searching for your favorite dinosaur (whom I affectionately refer to as "Blinty"), and discover that she was once much more colorful than you remember.

A new attraction arrives, then some other park comes up with something better. It's a Vicious Cycle. The fun comes in the form of trying to decipher all the Cryptic clues (and diversions), entertaining every idea from the garden-variety flat, to the next, eye-popping attraction to "take the stage." Something spectacular, perhaps, to fill the void - make the long walk to Rivertown a little more... "interesting?" Tb, who is paying attention.

Some people know. Some don't. It's a Vicious Cycle. Tb out.

When you hear the "Bonanza" theme, and you have to make train noises just so that it sounds right.

When you start wrapping your white elephant gifts a month early for the holiday meet-up. EDIT: "Yes, it takes a lot of wrapping paper..."

I know there are golf courses nearby but come on!

I did. It was mostly intact, albeit chained-in and starting to become overgrown. I have a feeling that the property will become a learning and cultural center, perhaps another Crossroads, or an expansion of the ICGC or Temlpe of Sri Baba, and not residential housing as has been discussed.

When you go to the guest pick-up and drop-off at the front of the parking lot, only to discover orange-and-white barrels, piles of bulldozer-moved earth and rubble and realize that a place that you've gone to, across the 43 years of your 46 that you can remember. and you shed a tear, remembering all the times - many, many, many times you went there, just to watch fireworks, or meet friends, or get dropped off/picked up, can only exist in your memory now. It's a small thing, but it's a small thing packed with precious memories, conversations, anticipations, entire pivotal moments; it's beyond words.