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The Death of Northgate Mall - Update

We were driving by the mall the other day when I saw it.

There's a hole in the mall where the men can see it all.  

"What are they doing now?" I turned around in my seat.

"They're, you know, tearing it down," my husband seems unsurprised.

"But there's a hole in the side of the building!  I have to go back there." 

I couldn't get very close to the construction for obvious reasons, but I did get a couple of shots over the fence of a crane tearing the ever-loving capitalism out of the store.




Inside they extended the wall, and now there's a small passageway through the center guarded at either end by construction workers.

The empty center of the mall, ready for demolition.

Even more shops seem to be empty than last time I was here.  The RAM and Bergmans were empty save employees hauling equipment out of the shops.


This used to be Bergman's

Since there wasn't much new I could see, I drove around the side to check out the JC Penney's.  If you remember from looking at the map I posted last time, this department store is not scheduled for demo.  Something at some point is supposed to go in there, so it's easily accessible from all sides, including the sky bridge.  So I tootled around in my car and took a post-apocalyptic picture.

The survivors camped out inside, fending off the zombies that clawed at every entrance.
Or something.

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