From the weekend edition of the International Herald Tribune (reprinted from the New York Times):
"On Nov. 1, just two months shy of its 50th birthday, the plastic pink flamingo went extinct. Or more accurately, it stopped reproducing, when its manufacturer, Union Products, shut down the factory in Leominster, Massachusetts."
For me a moment of nostalgia. Of all the dates and of all the places. On my birthday came the demise of this once iconic symbol of 1960’s suburban America. From my hometown, Leominster, which once proudly profiled herself with large billboards on the highway coming into town as the plastics capital of the world. The place where the modern plastics industry pretty much got its start. “Who’s behind those Foster Grants?” The place where I spent my summers working in my father’s plastics factory. Nothing lasts forever. It was a good run while it lasted. It’s a bit weird though to realize that I am one year older than the pink flamingo.