Overnight the veils have been lifted. Construction has been completed, windows have been fitted, and permits granted. Florescent signs illuminate the night where burnt-out buildings stood in constant waiting, vacant yet stoic. The pawnbrokers are next on the agenda, to be replaced by garish Rent-A-Centers.
The process of removing these iconic treasures is killing me softly. Ten days ago it was the Lounge sign, a personal fave. The Star Motel- gone. Well, the only decent thing [you did when you worked as a postal clerk...] is MIA- the sign. Tiger Stadium? Demolition complete. I watched that disintegrate as they finished tearing that down this fall.
Yesterday a flock of geese in signature arrow formation flew over the vacant parcel. When they return from their swank vacation in South Beach, [hello Delano!] they will barely recognize the place.