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I remember heading downtown for something.  Maybe I was going to work with my father?  Maybe it was some event at the Aud?  I was too young to be heading to a baseball game at Pilot Field.  Whatever it was, I was fascinated by the mural on the crumbling building at Genesee and Oak.  It stood out as a point of brightness in a drab downtown.

Every time we went downtown I was excited to see it.  I stared out the window as we traveled down the 33, waiting.  Seeing it meant that we were there.

Well shucks, a mere 25 years later, its almost here.