Last stop for the trip at my brother and sister-in-law’s retreat in the beautiful mountains in western North Carolina. This will be our second visit. The Dead Horton’s Tour was timed around the Highlands Motoring Festival taking place in nearby Highlands.
Jake enjoying the sensational view!
This Excellent Adventure has had some great visits to museum. I have been coming to this area since the late 90s and one museum I never made it to was the famous Firefox Appalachian Village and home to the phenomenal series of books detailing early Appalachian life in the area.
Highland Motoring Festival
Highlands Motoring Festival Street Parade 2025
We first experienced the parade that occurs the night before the show. I was excellent and some of my favorite cars were on display. Good thing too since they were not on the festival grounds the next day.
The next day featured the cars on display. There was a special pre-WW2 section which had some unbelievable cars! A real treat to see some of this older engineering and style marvels in such good condition.
1925 Rolls-Royce Silver Ghost Piccadilly Roadster, once owned by Howard Hughes. This car is one of only 79 left-hand-drive Piccadilly Roadsters built in Springfield, Massachusetts, specifically for the US market. Hughes ordered the car in December 1924, paying $13,450. The vehicle is known for its unique features, including a golf club compartment.
The rest of the show featured several modern marquees: Ferrari, Aston Martin, and Porsche. BMWs were far and few. There were some interesting cars including a Shelby Cobra.
Shelby Ford Cobra at Highlands Motoring Festival
By far the most interesting marquee was Ferrari. The post war cars up to the $750K Green SF90 Spyder were on display. One guy told me they feature one marquee every year and this year it was Ferrari. I even saw a Ferrari F40 similar to the one I drove in Las Vegas all those years ago.
The Foxfire Museum
What is Firefox?
In high school, my girlfriend introduced me to the Firefox books. Her father was a mountain man from the Pacific Northwest, and her mother was a librarian. I didn’t really pay much attention to it, but it fit into the mood of the early 1970s.
The story is much more interesting now. Turns out it was about enabling the young people of this region to fit into a rapidly changing world of the 1960s. Educators and the students attending a local school came up with a project to interview their elderly forebears. In the process, they learned the skills necessary to survive in the wilds of Appalachia. It was right up my alley now.
The Firefox Museum: Nestled in the hills of Georgia, brings insight into the early Appalachian region through their successful life skills education programs for young people.
The museum showcases both work by the students as well as preserved homes, barns, and other structures. Signs gave you a basic understanding of what was being shown. I especially liked the woodworking and tools. I also appreciate the fact that the museum is still working with the local youth.
The Foxfire Museum: Every year, students come and experience the life skills of their forebears. It’s a proven success to help the children of this area lead more successful lives.
The feel was very similar to the experiences I had at the Wright Brothers Monument, Mystic Seaport, the museum in Lancaster County, and Monticello. A fitting end to two great learning experiences.
Ringing the church bell at the top of the hill
Back at the Ranch
We spent a few days hanging out with the family. Very relaxing at the ranch – a great end to a excellent adventure.
Hiking with the pups on Chestnut Mountain
Two days to get home with a stop back at our favorite spot south of Savannah.
Excellent Adventure 2025 wraps up with a final stop in Savannah Georgia
In Big Stone Gap I met up with brothers Rick and Dave to explore our grandmother’s ancestors – The Hortons. They are buried at different cemeteries in the area.
G-3 Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton ( 1801-1884) was the first Horton born in southwest Virginia near Big Stone Gap. His father, John M. Horton III, moved there sometime after the Revolutionary War. He was a minister, married twice, and fathered 15 children. His cemetery was remote but kept up.
First stop was G-3 Thomas Horton in the Miles-Craft cemetary. The cemetery was on a hillside near the Clinch River northwest of Gate City. It took us a while to figure out how to get to it but when we did we found a reasonably well kept cemetery with a new looking chain link fence.
He was the first Horton born in the area after his father, John Horton, moved to the area following the Revolutionary War. He is buried next to his second wife Martha Catherine Stewart. There was a fantanstic vieew of the countryside from the cemetery.
Harlan County Kentucky
Unincorporated Coxton, Kentucky. Dad was born here in 1929 when the area was booming from steel companies operating mines in this part of Kentucky.
Next stop was Coxton Kentucky. This is where Dad was born in 1929 while his father was working on the nearby coal mine. It’s nearby the town of Harlan which has gained notoriety over the years.
Mining in this area got a big push towards the end of the 1800s. Promoters claimed it was the next Pittsburg as the easy to mine coal was extracted and sent to the steel mills in the north. The mine workers sought to organize so the mine operators brought in immigrants (like my mother’s parents) to work the black seam. It didn’t go well and at one point several men were killed as the tension escalated.
Dead Hortons Tour ’25
In more recent times the demand for coal dropped significantly in the later part of the 1900s. People left the areas, quite often in ruins as we saw later driving home through Lynch Kentucky. Coxton was hit hard. They finally lost their post office and the unincorporated area’s most recent census showed about 250 people living there.
We drove around the area while the locals sat on their porch and glared at us. At least they didn’t shoot. Crime in rampant in the area after the opioid epidemic that swept through the area this century. It was pretty bleak looking. I found a blog on Tall Tales From Capt Rogue site that has the best information I could find on the area.
We headed back to Big Stone Gap along Highway 160. This went through the heart of coal’s heyday as exhibited in the town of Lynch. At one point in the early 1900s this town has a population over 10,000 working the mines. Large buildings for the mining operation and town were built. After the Second World War the demand for steel started to drop and the operations slowly wound down. The mine owners (steel companies) started demolishing builds and in 1963 the town was incorporated as production ceased. The infrastructure was turned over to the residents to own and manage. A good article on the town can be found on the website Abandoned Places.
On the Trail of the Lonesome Pine
We left Lynch as wound down the Trail of the Lonesome Pine into Big Stone Gap. This was a roller coasted ride of switchbacks (gracefully managed by driver Brother Dave!) that wound down into Big Stone Gap. We caught some beautiful scenery including a huge area that had been strip mined. Lots of that in this area.
Pizza in Big Stone Gap
We had some big fun that afternoon swapping our tall tales over some brews and bongs (herb is legal in Virginia, but you can’t buy it or sell it – huh?). The next morning, we loaded up for the final leg of the tour in the Gate City area.
Gate City
My grandmother was raised here and retired with my grandfather here in the late 1950s. We reminisced about how little we knew about her relatives when we were growing up. After her parents died, Sarah was raised by Grand Uncle Nelson Horton. He was only 10 years older than her father, Lucien. Nelson was from a second marriage of Rev. Thomas Horton, who had a total of 14 children from 1821 to 1871. We always thought she might have been an only child!
G-2 William Patton Horton
Ewing Cemetery near Moccasin Junction, about 7 miles east of Gate City.
Our first stop was near the intersection called Moccasin Junction. G-2 William Patton Horton is buried here with his wife, my G-2 Eleanor Marie Ewing. The name of the cemetery bears the Ewing name. Dave dug up a great, current website of Clan Ewing of Scotland with a reference to their marriage. Located less than 10 miles east of Gate City, the cemetery was located on a hill and was reasonably kept up. Another beautiful view of the countryside.
G-2 1st Lt. William Patton Horton ~ Co. A 22 VA Cav C.S.A
G-2 Ellen M Ewing wife of W.P. Horton ~ 1831-1891
William had the distinction of serving as a first lieutenant in the Civil War. Fortunately for us all, he survived! He was also listed as a farmer and merchant. He fathered six children, including my great-grandfather Lucien Beauregard Horton.
G-1 Lucien Beauregard Horton
Dr. L.B. Horton 1861-1913 and Mollie 1873-1912, his wife in Estil Cemetery in Gate City
Next was G-1 Lucien Beauregard Horton’s grave and that of G-1 Mary E. Ison. We saw her family name on numerous other markers in the cemetery. It was located in the town of Gate City itself and was by far the largest of the three.
Estil Cemetary ~ Gate City
Lucien, a doctor, we believe was educated by a Civil War veteran whose father Lucien had served alongside. His obituary, extensive and reflecting his Christian faith and compassionate nature towards those in need, highlights his early demise. Interestingly, my grandmother was taken in by one of his uncles and, at one point, listed as a daughter, leading me to believe she might have been adopted.
Estil Cemetary ~ Gate City
Our Grandparents
We left the cemetery and headed for our grandparentsβ house. Located west of town, we visited here many times while growing up. Behind their house was a small Catholic Church that my grandfather attended. He donated an organ to the church sometime after his retirement.
Grandparents home in Gate City: We were fortunate to meet up with the current owner Joann. We visited annually while growing up. Not a lot to do but a lot of memories!
To our surprise, we got to meet both the current owner of the house and Father Tim at the church! We had a great time learning about what happened after they passed.
Saint Bernard Catholic Church nearby my grandparents house on the east side of Gate City
St Bernards Catholic Church: My grandfather donated this organ to the church. He was a member of the congregation. His wife, however, was not.
They also mentioned an old restaurant, Hob Nob, that we frequented while visiting. We had such a good time there, and the memories resurfaced. It was always a highlight of our visit!
Hob Nob in Gate City. We would come here as a treat when visiting our grandparents.
60 years later! At the Hob Nob in Gate City.
Our final stop was Holston View Cemetery, where my grandparents, Edward Bernard Tubridy and Sarah Ellen Horton, are buried. Jake and I visited their grave site in 2017, which was a good thing because I remembered their location on the vast cemetery grounds. Unfortunately, there was a fire, and some of their records were destroyed.
Our grandparents grave sites at Holston View Cemetery in Weber City VA
They have a great view as did most of the cemeteries we visited.
Holston View Cemetery in Weber City VA
We parted ways there, and my brothers headed back to the ranch in North Carolina. Jake and I headed back to Big Stone Gap for our last night before joining them.
My favorite cousins among Momβs numerous siblings were Sandy and Pete. A unique bond formed between Mom and Sandy when Mom began assisting their mother and her sister, Mary. Maryβs first child with her brilliant but somewhat eccentric husband, my uncle Ed Shaw, was named Edwina. Tragically, Edwina suffered a severe fever at a young age, resulting in brain damage. Consequently, Maryβs primary responsibility shifted to caring for Edwina, leaving Mom to take care of Sandra and Pete.
Dad, Mom (pregnant with Eddie) and my cousin Sandra in their house in Alamogordo, NM.
Their relationship was almost like that of siblings. Sandy was present at my birth in New Mexico. At the tender age of 13, she flew out and stayed with us that summer in Alamogordo. When I was young, she visited us many times in Florida. We spent our summer vacation visiting her and her family in West Virginia. Her brother Pete was a Vietnam War veteran and my hero.
Sailing with Sandra ~ Rick, Sandy, The Dude, Mom and Dave
As an adolescent boy, I had a crush on her. However, when she met her husband, Tom, I was devastated! Surprisingly, he turned out to be a cool guy, and we got along exceptionally well. I visited them when their first child, my cousin Pam, was born in 1968. They also had a son named Todd about six years later. I had only met Pam as a toddler and had never had the opportunity to meet Todd.
Eddie with cousin Pam Kinkus at the farm in west Virgina. Late 60s.
In 1968, we flew in a private plane and visited them in their apartment near Dover, Delaware. Tom had a job as a high school teacher and athletic coach. He had that job for many years and was deeply loved by the community, as they both were. Sandra started out as a social worker, raised her children, ran her own business, and was a tremendous asset to the community. She organized many activities and made their home a vital part of the community.
Clan Tubridy and Cousin Sandra at Mom’s Service
I hadnβt seen Sandy since Momβs funeral in 2019. We also met Todd and his incredible family. We spent one day exploring the sights around Dover, and the other day, we traveled about two hours north to Pennsylvania with Todd.
Dover
Their homestead resided in a 1960s development less than a mile south of the old town of Dover. It was settled in the early 1600s and Delaware was the first state to ratify the Constitution.
Air Mobility Command Museum at Daover
Dover is the home to Dover Air Force Base. This base is renowned for its pivotal role in military air transport, particularly in the re-patronization of fallen armed forces members. Surprisingly, the base houses an enormous museum dedicated to this mission, aptly named the Air Mobility Command Museum. I had no idea it existed!
Their collection is truly exceptional! I had the privilege of strolling through several renowned aircraft that have played a significant role in World War II and beyond. It was Veteranβs Day, and the museum was filled with people eager to share their knowledge about these magnificent machines. One particularly knowledgeable gentleman even took the time to show me the supercharged/turbocharger on a B17 motor. It was an unexpected and delightful visit.
We drove out to the nearby Bowers Beach. To our surprise they were having a Pirate Festival there! We had a great hamburger at a restaurant on the inlet. I had been jonesing for a gut-bomb burger since the beginning of the trip.
The next morning we made a lovely drive northwards to Oxford Pennsylvania where Todd and his family live. We drove through very pretty countryside. As we got closer we began to see the Amish in their horse and buggy wagons. We stopped at a cool store along the way and picked up a souvenir for the trip.
Cool Store near Chesapeake Bay
I picked up several floats from fish traps. The store clerk Debbie was very friendly and touchy feelies with both of us. I liked her until she wanted to trim my beard!
Todd lives in a beautiful area surrounded by farmland. We had a great time visiting a local winery and listening to some good tunes by an excellent guitar player singer with plenty of electronics to enhance his sound.
Clan Kinkus
Todd’s wife Jen and his daughter Sophie are truly a force of nature! Sophie is off to college, a drama queen who loves theater and STEM. Their son, Todd, looks like he could be on the cover of a teen magazione and is a genius-level sports guy. I was delighted by the incredible awesomeness of their children.
Good Vibes at the Winery
We shared many things in common (except for the sports, but I enjoyed listening to them talk about it). I was thrilled to learn that Jenβs father was at Woodstock. I regret not getting to meet him. Todd is the coolest 50-year-old Iβve ever met. Iβm truly grateful to be part of their clan.
Clan Kinkus
Sandra and I spent a considerable amount of time discussing Mom and her recollections of the early days of my family. She shared numerous photographs, but I was most humbled by the writings of her brilliant father, Ed Shaw. His handwritten poetry was compiled into books, and his journal, documenting his activities in the 1930s, was filled with his observations about life. It was truly remarkable.
He is ultimately responsible for my existence because he introduced my grandfatherβs son, Edward Tubridy, to his sister-in-law Betty Kovac on that fateful day. Granddad worked as one of Ed Shawβs mining engineers. They were watching a 1952 World Series game on Edβs new TV. Deep thoughts, indeed.
I am incredibly grateful to be a part of such a wonderful family, a testament to the incredible spirit of existence.
Dave & Lisa’s own private Idaho nestled deep in the mountains of North Carolina.
It’s big fun this October as two monster hurricanes rip Florida up. I had planned to visit Brother Dave in mid-October. The timing couldn’t have been better!
Hurricane Season
Something about this Sunday It’s a most peculiar day Strollin’ down the avenue That’s known as A1A Feelin’ tired and then I got inspired I knew that it wouldn’t last long So all alone I walked back home Sat on the beach and then I made up this song
Jimmy Buffett ~ Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season
Florida hosted two terrifying hurricanes in the past couple of weeks. Helene stomped North Carolina just short of Scaly Mountian.
4 1/2 mile eyewall – 185 mph winds
Milton came out of nowhere – and became a terrifying Cat 5 that churned up the Gulf for a couple of days before scaring the death out of everybody in central Florida. Just to keep things saucy, some killer tornados were spawned. One took the roof off the bank a mere mile north of here. Big fun!
Wells Fargo Bank on A1A
I rode out the storm at Brother Ricks on the mainland and checked things out the next day.
My power pole in the condominium parking lot is due east of me. You can see my yellow shed to the left. The fence came down, too. I had been held up mainly by the bamboo for quite a while now.
The rotten power pole, the object of my scorn for eight years, finally bit the fucking dust and blew over. Good riddance. A new one was installed the day I left for The Ranch.
Scaly Mountain Redux
Dave’s Ranch
Lisa and Dave bought their first mountain home about 15 years ago in Scaly Mountian, North Carolina. They have spent much time there recently and were looking for something bigger. They found a lovely, modern house with a spectacular view!
Dave & Lisa’s Ranch on Scaly Mountian
It was initially a horse ranch with a stable and holding pens. Compared to their old place, it is way off the beaten path. It is simply stunning, with a killer west view for sunsets!
Burning palettes on the Ranch! It’s time for rural fun as we channel our inner pyromaniacs and hang with the pups.
The temperature dropped into the 30s. π₯Ά We spent a day burning pallets in a fire pit and reminisced about our younger years as pyromaniacs!
I retold the story of the burning can of acetone and discovered Brother Rick had done nearly the same thing!
Hunters Moon in the pasture near the Ranch.
The full moon for October, the Hunters Moon, was stunning from the pasture near their house.
Comet C/2023 A3 on its way to a fiery end in the Sun
We were greeted by their neighbors, who invited us into their home with a breathtaking westward view. They had been stargazing and found the recently discovered comet C/2023 A3. What a fantastic sight!
The Beast π§
Dave bought the previous owner’s riding lawn mower. It was quite a beast! I took it for a quick spinβit was enormous fun!
Two Dudes at rest
It was a relaxing week. Dave and I built a shoe bench for the garage. Jake and I took some easy walks through the woods.
Smokey Mountain Color
We went on some drives to check out the Fall color. It was just starting to get good! We drove one day into Smokey Mountain National Park near Cherokee, North Carolina.
We also drove into Highlands. The main road between Highlands and Scaly Mountian was severely damaged and closed the day I left. A couple of fallen trees were also in the woods around their house.
We headed home a week later to our new power home. Praying to the almighty Spaghetti Monster for no more fucking hurricanes this year. Ramen!
Bonus!
Starship launch in Texas with spectacular catch of the first stage by giant chopsticks!
Brought to us by brother Dave’s Starlink connection. Lasers in the jungle, indeed!
Most of the family, including the three brothers, the two sisters-in-law, Carl and Kari, and the gem of the Tubridy clanβTheoβcame for a visit. Highlights included a celebration at Rick and Myhra’s palatial estate in Rockledge and a stop at Valhalla so Theo could hit the skins.
The family got to spend some time together when Dave’s family visited. Adam and Zeynab flew in from Seattle to meet with Carl and Theo at Rick & Myhra’s. Rick is going through chemotherapy and radiation treatment now and the family got together to give him our support. They headed back to Panama City after a couple of days to spend a week together at the family homestead.
Last stop: Panama City Florida for a week with my brother Dave and his family. Dave’s son Carl, wife Kari, and baby Theo arrived towards the end of the week.
We enjoyed Lisa’s renowned cooking and spent time in the Butterfly haven she has created in the backyard of their stunning home on the bayou.
Lisa’s Butterfly Haven in Panama City
Another great set of family memories as the Tubridy family marches on!
It was a very scenic drive leaving the State College area and heading for Connellsville just south of Pittsburg. Beautiful green, rolling hills with a touch of early Fall color.
We stayed at another large KOA getting ready to celebrate Halloween this weekend. It is on the Youghiogheny river in a hollow. A very scenic setting. The weather was cold but fair while we were there.
Morning mist on Youghiogheny river
My Mom’s family, Mary & Michael Kovach, immigrated here in the early 1910s from Checklosovakia. My nephew Adam told me he thought they could be Rusyn Americans. According to a person I met, a lot of Slovakian immigrants came to this area as miners.
The immigrants were of an Eastern Orthodox religious background. A Byzantine Church was built in the late 1880s about 5 miles outside of Connellsville in Dunbar township. This is where the 1930 census has my mother living with her older brothers and sisters. The groundskeeper at the church told me it was the first Catholic church built out of stone in the United States. It was striking (and a bit out of place) with the onion dome towers.
St Stephen Byzantine Church in Dunbar Township Pennsylvania
Behind the church was a larger, well-tended cemetery with the graves of her mother, father, and several of her older brothers and sisters.
St Stephen Byzantine Church Cemetary
Mom came from a large family with 10 brothers and sisters. Her mother passed from complications of the birth of the last child, George. The father, for whatever reason, did not participate in their upbringing. This left the older children to take care of the younger ones. Most of the younger children were girls and married, and left the area like my Mom.
My grandfather Michael. He died at 82 in a car accident. My mother only met him once (after she was older) that I know about.
My grandmother Mary. She died following the birth of the youngest child. My mother was not even 2 years old.
Oldest brother Michael and his wife. He was born in Czechoslovakia and stayed behind for several years before moving to the United States. Mom told me he didn’t like it here but stayed anyway. He had a large family. One of his daughters visited an area in the Ukraine where she thought they came from but was unable to find anything. It remains a bit of a controversy as to their actual origin but all of my geological research points to Checklosovkia.
Oldest Sisters Ann and Helen. They never married and raised their younger brothers and sisters along with the eldest son Michael. Ann worked at the church for her whole life.
Older brother James. He never married and I believe worked for the railroad.
Like in Snow Shoe, I tried to make a connection with these ancestors while there. Wondering what their lives were like in this beautiful mountain area.
Connellsville itself was a large town – almost a small city – with a lot of traffic. It sits right on the river which makes for some scenic views. I visited the waterfront and learned the Great Allegheny Passage, a 150-mile hiking and biking route, runs through Connellsville.
Youghiogheny river in Connellsville
This ends the ‘roots’ part of the program! Tomorrow we make our way south (through the remnants of Ian π) through the Appalachians over three days and a long stop at my friends Bill and Laura Zweigbaum in Tennessee.
It was a quick trip to Bellefonte Pennsylvania for two nights while I started the ‘roots’ part of our adventure. A couple of hundred miles west of New York, this area was opened to commercial logging followed by coal mining in the 1800s.
We stayed at a nice campground that obviously catered to Penn State football fans in the Fall. A lot of unattended large rigs are covered with Penn State hoo-ha. They had a game the coming weekend so a few early birds were there. The facility was very nice, had a nice pond next to some horse pastures. It also had a rather elaborate set of tracks for motocross bike racing.
Pond at Bellefonte KOA
Horse pastures near Bellefonte KOA
My 2 x great grandfather Thomas Tubridy immigrated with his young family to the mountains just north of here in what is now the Burrough of Snoe Shoe. His youngest son, Thomas Anthony, was a successful coal miner and his son Edward Bernard – my grandfather – went to college at Penn State nearby to our RV park. More detail is on my Tubridy page.
It was a steep climb to the exit right off of Instatestate 80 for Snoe Shoe. I identified three different places in my genealogy research: Snoe Shoe, Moshannon, and the village of Gillentown which lies in between. This is where my grandfather lived with his father and two aunts in the 1900 census.
I imagined my grandfather making his way down to State College where he attended Penn State in the 1910s. Did he ride a horse or have a carriage? How long did it take?
Gillentown was listed as my grandfather’s residence in the 1900 census
St. Mary’s Catholic Cemetary is located near the Catholic Church in Snow Shoe. Two generations of Tubridys and some of their children are buried here. The first generation headstones were in pretty bad shape but the second generation had held up very well. The cemetery was well kept up.
It was moving to touch the headstones knowing that my ancestors had once touched them too.
Thomas Tubridy – First Generation born in Ireland
First Generation Tubridy Family
2nd Generation Tubridy – Thomas Anthony. Separate markers for himself, his second wife, and his eldest daughter.
Grand Dad’s younger (half) brother James and his wife. This grave seemed to be visited more often – one of my relatives? From my research, he did not have any male descendants.
Sister of Great GrandFather Thomas Anthony. I don’t think she ever married.
Frank (or Francis) was 2 x Great Grandfather Thomas’s eldest son. Frank was born in Ireland right before they immigrated and had many descendants, including the only males other than our family. He was Thomas Anthony’s 12 older brother.
Moshannon is an unincorporated community about 3 miles outside Snoe Shoe to the northwest. Right before you get into Moshannon is the village of Gillentown. There is a large facility here that is part of the Snoe Shoe Rails to Trails Association. This provides access to the old railroad bed that was vital to the extraction of lumber and coal. Membership in the association allowed the use of the trails for ATVs.
I imagined if my ancestors would ride the train into the coal mining areas.
Gillentown Trail Access. This is the old railroad that brought lumber and coal out of the mountains.
Moshannon has a Post Office and to my surprise a small memorial to the veterans that fought in World War One – including my grandfather Edward. Like the cemetery, the monument was well kept up.
Moshannon WW I Memorial with Grand Dad’s name
I imagined being there when the locals including my family were there to see its dedication.
Moshannon WW I Memorial with Grand Dad’s name
I was planning to visit a museum the Lions David House museum in Snow Shoe, but alas no one showed up at the time it was supposed to be open. It has a collection of memorabilia and books on local history – it would have been interesting to see what was in there.
I spent time driving around. It is rural, to say the least. Mostly nice brick ranch houses like I remember my grandparents had. Felt pretty red π΄.
Snow Shoe had a pizzeria, a discount beer store, and a laundromat. There is a nice Catholic Church next to the Cemetary and a Firehouse / Community Center. There was a large veterans memorial next to the Firehouse. There is a very large area with baseball fields and a pool at the edge of town. Right outside of town next to the Interstate is a large FedEx facility.
I felt I had accomplished what I was expecting to create a better connection to my past. Makes sense given the fact that it’s really all we have, and all of that is responsible for me being here, now. Pretty ethereal if you ask me.
