It is fine. I am running on a brain that has clocked out for the day and I couldn't remember what those holes were called. Once I saw your picture that is when I remembered what key holes really were. You know, because it is not like they don't look just like the key holes in all my doors. Ha ha! I'm only 26. Sometimes I wonder what is going to happen to my memory when I hit 50. It is all interesting though. Not a day goes by, when I walk around that building, that I don't imagine how many of these lights were floating above people's heads. At least a hundred or more. Proudly shining their large T17 lamps down on everyone. The pride in manufacturing these lights. I would have loved to be involved. All the hustle and bustle of a well oiled business. Now replaced with ugly drop ceiling and run down troffer lights. Not many tenants here anymore. It is sad. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong generation.
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