Hot day in Johnstown. My wife and me went to the Old Stone Bridge, where so many lost their lives in the 1889 flood. Behind it, where we turned the car around was this building. Nothing special.
I got used to seeing this house in the downtown of our village. Like too many structures – some of which are still with us – it was uninhabited. One afternoon two years later, it was taken down by a demolition crew in the span of a couple hours. My mother-in-law told me the couple that occupied the house decades past would have been mortified to see it abandoned. It looked like the structure was in decent shape.
The waning hours of 2010 were spent at a bowling alley.
Taken outside of Blessed Sacrament Catholic Church in Albany, NY. I don’t know who the soul was. The next day the parish center served as a polling location.
Taken as the worst cloud of OCD/anxiety I have ever had was coming over me.