Sometime in 1994 a fire at the former Ohio Rubber Company on Ben Hur Avenue in Willoughby, Ohio destroyed the main office building , resulting in an estimated $2,000,000 in damage. That would have been the year I was 12 going on 13, we lived in Oak Hill Village off of Lost Nation Road then. "Burn the rest of the place down! Burn the rest of the place down!," he'd shout it out the moving car window every single time we drove by what remained of the charred factory. I never understood why'd we drive by it even, since it angered him so much. He did it as a compulsion. As an act of surveillance. A way to ensure, just like any evil thing, that it did not come back. But for me? It eventually became mortifying, as I aged, because he'd actually yell it out the window, stick his entire head out of the window, wind blowing through his crazed locks, screaming over and over again - as a chant: "Burn the rest of the place down, burn the rest o...
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