My father worked at Polaroid from the mid 1960s (starting as a staff photographer for Dr. Land and ending on the management team of its law enforcement imaging division) until its demise then did a few years at the successor company with the same name. He and his buddies from the company's pioneer days could not believe what they saw happen to the company in its last few years and held feelings from no love for to utter contempt for a certain ex Black & Decker CEO that they watched lead the company into its demise (who walked away with a pretty bonus after most employees' pensions were taken over by the Pension Benefit Guarantee Corporation). Swirlygrrl, chances are you have met him (If you did, you guys would definitely have talked about his being a native of Medford, and his growing up in a prominent business that still bears our family's surname located in a historic house right smack dab in Medford Square).

You would think real-estate like that would be worth several clams.
But it looks haunted! Broken dreams everywhere.