Here's the big old Staples on Sixth Avenue in the Village, where the Emigrant Savings Bank used to be. It was always a plenty ugly building, but one of the great things about it was the lighted sign on the south side that told the world the time and temperature. Very helpful. Very civic-minded.
Here's what Staples has done with that sign:
Not very helpful. Not very civic-minded. Staples is now open? Really? Wow, thanks, that's great. I would have never figured that out. But, hey, by the way, what fucking time is it?!
The clock at the front of the former bank is also not in operation.
This is one of the blocks of Sixth Avenue, by the way, that has been completely denuded of independent, New Yorker-owned businesses. Barnes & Noble, Staples, Supercuts, Starbucks, Duane Reade. Ech. Wretched. Soul-stealing.