It’s ironic that WalMart has become an iconic symbol of the very same small towns that they’ve destroyed. Main Street sits, rotting if even in a beautiful way, as a vacant reminder of the not-too-distant past when we built walkable communities that worked. Places worth caring about, aesthetically pleasing mixed-use human scale neighborhoods that grew organically over time as the need arised. Buildings designed and built by real people, kept up with pride by the business owners who lived in an apartment on top of the store itself, or in a house a few blocks away. One with a long porch, on a street with sidewalks…so they could greet their neighbors as they walked by on a Sunday morning.
I’m not gonna think that I can influence the shopping habits of America with one blog post, but I am going to ask you the favor of at least considering what I have to say. If you’re gonna shop tomorrow, at least consider our neighbors and our neighborhoods. America is in the late stages of a serious disease, but fortunately there’s a cure…