...there isn't much new progress to report. In fact, arguably, things have gotten worse because Merwin's removed the fence portion of the "butt fence" but then they didn't modify further.
Now the no-accounts who perpetually hang around don't have to climb over the fence or walk ALL THE WAY around when they get a notion to toddle over to Merwins and buy some MD 20/20 or whatever it is no-accounts drink. No, they can just step over the wall and make a beeline to front door of the liquor store. How convenient! Truly, things have gone from bad to paradise. That is to say...BUTT FENCE PARADISE.
It makes me want to compose a little parody song about Living In A Butt Fence Paradise, click here for a model of THAT. But I can't call this feature the "butt fence" anymore, because now the fence portion is gone, leaving only the wall.
Therefore, it is my sad duty to re-christen the feature in question "The Merwins Butt Wall." Let the phrase "butt fence" no longer linger upon our lips, because it's now called THE BUTT WALL.
BUTT WALL, BUTT WALL, BUTT WALL.
Way to go, Merwins. Way to feign progress and then dilly-dally and fail to follow through. When the crowds of people come for Art FLOW this weekend, they will be treated to the first impressions made by your NASTY BUTT WALL at the busy intersection of Lyndale Ave. N. and West Broadway.
You suck, Merwins Liquor.