That film clip of the Miracle Mile haunts me. I'm actually surprised I didn't have a dream about it. (Give it time. It'll happen.)
It's a glimpse of something I missed experiencing by five or six years. That was 1967, and things had obviously been changing by 1972 or 1973 when I would have been getting to know that strip. But what changes! Wonderful stores and restaurants, gone. Beautiful neon signage, gone. Architectural touches, gone. But the end result of all of that is the sad change in how people lived and interacted with each other and their surroundings.
I was privileged to know that life, but in other places. The almost alarming thing about the clip was how it immediately took me back to those very places. It was downtown Columbus in the late 1950s. It was downtown Fort Lauderdale in 1960/61. It was Miami Beach and the Lincoln Road Mall when we were there to attend roadshow films, which included magical (to this kid) visits to the great coffee shops/restaurants.
One can only say: Damn them. Damn them all to hell.