My son has a rather extreme case of needle phobia. Fortunately, his pediatrician is a patient man who also has a sort of cheerleader spirit about him when it comes to uncomfortable medical care.

So, at age ten, when my son had his finger pricked to check iron levels, the doctor went to fetch “the good nurse” (it probably could have been any of them), and came back to hold my son’s hand. Two years later, that tactic was not enough to get through the tetanus shot. It had also been several weeks since the doctor had ordered blood work that might yield clues about the fatigue that has made it nearly impossible for my son to get to school in the morning… “Why don’t we do both in one visit,” the doctor said. So we did.

Now, this took a special appointment, two attractive nurses, a juice box and a bribe to accomplish, but we did get through it, and as my son’s color came back into his face, we drove to Moody Street so that I could make good on my end of the deal: I was taking him to the Construction Site.

The Construction Site was as near to paradise as any store could be for a kid like my son—or my brother, for that matter. I had discovered it entirely by chance looking for more parts to a system of toys that my brother had, in fact, given to my son for his birthday. I googled “Capsela,” and found somewhere with a good selection. When I began to place my order, though, I noticed that the store was in Massachusetts. We were new to the state at the time, so I did not realize that Waltham was fairly close to where I lived. I was up for an adventure, and got out the map to find it.

The moment I walked in, I was surrounded by a wondrous world of Gemütlichkeit. I remembered Munich: the orange tile rooftops, the beautiful Volksbad, friendly, healthy-looking people, and the mechanical things that seem to run the whole show. Sure, the Glockenspiel is a tourist thing, but it is wonderful, and the city seemed like a real-life version of Gepetto’s workshop. The Construction Site brought it all back to me, and added a “Hooked on German Kitsch” style music selection to complete the sentiment. I was hooked.

I also realized that I absolutely had to take my son there. My son has always been good at building things. He used to draw plans of machines that he saw in movies (the chicken pie machine from “Chicken Run” comes to mind), and then made prototypes from blocks, Lincoln Logs, Legos, or whatever else he could find. The detail he put into these endeavors always stunned me. When we lived in Vermont, we spent hours in Willey’s General Store hardware department in Greensboro, rummaging through dryer venting materials, light switches, tubing… At home, broken toasters, radios, clocks, all found their way into my son’s room for investigation, if not repair. Vacuuming his room was never a quiet affair.

So, of course, he loved the Construction Site, and of course, we went there often. Or we used to.

For all the wonders of the store, it also had the sorts of toys that ate through birthday money fairly quickly. Time was a factor, too… and computers that let you build neat things and draw. Actually, a good portion of time went to playing with the toys my son had bought there years ago–not to buying new toys. Other interests came into play, too, new challenges, and I realized when we drove up to the store that we had not been there in almost a year.

So, I was surprised to find the “For Lease” sign in the window, and a much smaller inventory, boxes stacked in corners, Bionicles 25% off.

The Construction Site is not moving; it is going out of business.

Maybe it’s a sign of the times. Maybe everyone is busy and can find Legos online or at Target. Maybe those European imports simply cost too much as the dollar drops. Maybe there are fewer dollars floating around for toys in general. My family certainly feels that. I know it’s selfish, but I hoped that people who had money to spend were still spending it there, so that we could have our moments to dream, to window shop, to see the beautiful toys, and sometimes to take something special home.