what happens when they decide to take down the old sign for the local skating-rink and replace it with a brand new bland-as-hell sign? apparently one leaves the old sign by the dumpster. probably because they know, as well as you or i, that they fucked up. big time. the old sign was way cooler, but now it's broken and left out to rust. put out to pasture as it were. good-bye Skateport. Memoria: the elementary nights spent racing around your painted concrete floor while jaming to Footloose underneath a disco ball lightshow; enjoying your bizarre yet wondrous confectionary delights (more commonly known as the Ring Pop and Rope Licorice) at the Snack Bar; playing Galaxian at the cocktail table. . .
