An Elegy for the Beach

The death of Times Beach, Missouri, haunts me—not that human death is entirely "natural", but this was the euthanasia of a place.  Even those places that come to the point of gasping for air rarely die.  They just hang on, becoming worse or better or staying the same, but nonetheless stubbornly maintaining a pulse.  Times Beach, on the other hand, is a ghost.

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