Disclaimer: When I began to write this, I didn't intend for it to sound like a downer post; however, that's what it kind of morphed into as I wrote. Being a person with a tendency to keep up with self-imposed deadlines whenever possible, I bring to you this post as my 8:00 deadline has come and now is in danger of zooming past me. I give to you that which I have.
Really, I'm not depressed.
There are a few locations downtown in my city. I’m sure that your town has places just like them. These are black holes in regard to survival in the commerce world. These locations—though prime as positions seem to go—also seem to deliver the proverbial kiss of death to every single one of the businesses they’ve allowed to inhabit them.
These empty storefronts often remind me of that song from the 80s, you know, “Come Dancing” by The Kinks. The song that tells the story about all the different things a particular lot has morphed into over the years—none of them managing to survive the duration of time.
It’s kind of sad, really: an entire onslaught of years, bringing with them nothing but a cursing.
I recently walked by this gutted location and looked in through the large picture-type windows. The view it afforded was one of despondent emptiness. While others might see hope and opportunity, based on the track record of said location, I only see a bankruptcy waiting to happen.
I walk on.
I wait for the day it becomes something else, only to be gone before the year is out.
This is my city.