Honestly, the thing I would do is sit on a bench near the flagpole for a while before closing. With some popcorn and coke in hand, I would watch tired families leave Main Street, pushing sleeping kids in their strollers. I'd close my eyes and try to plant in my memory the sounds and smells. Finally, I'd stand up, take a deep breath, look to the light in the fire station, and bid a silent farewell and thank you to Walt. Then, I'd leave.