In a weekend featuring floods on one side of the country and fires on the other, the heartland suffered an especially tragic occurrence when part of the roof-top parking at a mall collapsed onto the food court and a dollar store with some loss of life and ongoing rescue efforts. Here’s hoping that those efforts are successful and the pain can be minimized.
I was thinking of the wider implications of it all as I was driving past the deteriorating concrete on the Fairview overpass this morning. It’s easy to connect the dots between that soon-to-be declared “preventable” structural failure and the topic of yesterday’s rhyme blogging, because the one was supplying a lot of the raw materials for the production at the other during the ’70s and ’80s.
What we’re seeing is the leading edge of that particular doom for which 3/11 was just a straw in the wind. And its name is neglect.