God Bless America

Day 150: A visual metaphor. Over the last thirty years, I have watched this building deteriorate from a functional garage into its present state. The graffiti has gone through cycles, largely of a John Birch Society nature, and now all that remains of the original is the peeling stencil of "God Bless America." The most recent addition (barely visible at the lower right of the right window) says "shopping," the word's significance known only to its writer, although it would seem to underscore our present plight. How long will the props hold before this edifice collapses entirely? One good gust of wind from the right direction would do the job.