Alexander Leach, Editor
One thing I love about traveling is finding old ruins.
I love seeing derelict buildings from the side of the road, or even going through them when I feel the need to brave trespassing and tetanus.
Usually, they suggest a sad story, with the family that once lived there abandoning them to move on.
My dad liked to talk about the old houses around the neighborhood. I grew up in Micksburg, where the old general store sat crumbling and unused until this year, when it was finally torn down.
I don’t know the story of this particular wreck, but it’s certainly not a two-story anymore.
Send an email to [email protected] if you know where this building is. The right answers will be featured in the next issue.
Disclaimer: Alexander Leach does not condone trespassing or tetanus. Commit or contract at your own risk.
