Talking Sweet About Nothing

You can't being to imagine my sadness. I couldn't tell you how many times I've gone there, and each time I discovered new details that made it that much more amazing. One of my favorite things to do was to take new friends there. I loved to talk about the history, the urban legends; sorting out fact from fiction.

Yesterday I spent the day with Katie. We parked by the river. She knew where we were going, but not what to look for or expect. Walking up the staircase, I got the same mix of chills and adrenaline that I had each time before. Now try to imagine what was going on in my mind as we walked up the hill and couldn't see anything through the trees except for blue sky. "It's not there." That's all I could say. Where does a massive red brick building disappear to? Before we went any further, I already knew what had happened. We continued up the final staircase, where one would previously emerge right below the main entrance to the building. At this point, we still couldn't see anything. The entire hill top was empty. As we walked the small paved road around to the right and came up to the top of the hill we could see the bricks. A footprint of the entire building made of red brick and concrete rubble. The main structure, the garage, the greenhouse; all of it now leveled.