The most conspicuous remains were the big red balls. Outside each door, Target had cemented a pair of large, concrete, red-painted balls, one to the left, the other to the right.
At our local ex-Target, those balls have persisted, at least three pairs, in situ, until this week when one broke its bonds and went for a rumble through the parking lot.
Unfortunately, and metaphorically, lacking a long-term plan or guidance system, it ended up trapped within another, less conspicuous artifact of the lost retailer, a shopping cart return rack. So there it languishes, waiting for the earth to tilt the other way.
These days, how many mall visitors even know what the big red balls mean? The couple below, do they consider the ball before them and ponder its significance? Do they notice its trundle-scuffed partner ensnared a hundred meters away?
Of course not. They are blindly in love, unable to conceive of how awry a plan can go.