The Death of an American Community

My county is dying.

As I ride to Spartan Express gas station to get my 5 gallons of gas for my pickup, I notice that the readout on the Citgo gas pump has been vandalized, and the pumps are bent and beat up. A few years ago, the Hugo Chavez-Venezuela gas station and its pumps were kept in pristine condition.

I gas up and drive to Biscuit King, a locally owned restaurant where a senior like me can buy one egg on toast and cup of decaf for $3.87. As I leave, I note the large factory that used to produce fine quality Henry Link furniture sitting empty with vines growing through its massive rusting roof. There is one old beat up pickup sitting in the parking lot behind a chain link fence