It had to happen eventually. The carcass of Montgomery Ward on Roscoe Blvd, empty for fifteen years, our weed-sprouted, broken asphalt slice of Detroit-on-the-Pacific, is about to be transformed into Icon at Panorama, a discount version of The Grove. Or something with chain stores, anyway. Sometime in 2019.
Why it should take so long is a mystery. For now, the trees, ghostly sentinels from a lost episode of The Walking Dead, have met the chainsaw.
Trunk-burnt, twisting from the asphalt toward a merciless sun, defying the death to which they had been consigned by the abandoned schemes of commerce. A foreshadow of life after people.