Blight runs a block dry, cut off like a limb without blood, clots stuck like leaves in chain-link. I pass DJ’s Snack Shack on my way to work at the downtown library. Closed for the day, year, generation, a sign hung perpendicular to the fading facade, a muted beige, what once was white paint baked to the color of creamed corn advertised in the window. … Continue reading Historic Preservation IV by John Moessner