A dim light shines from the 8th floor of old building 40, it's a mild night and the distant glow from the windows gives me a special feeling. As I walk alone on the cracked sidewalk, that is uneven and worn, I think about all who may have stepped on this same place and wonder where they have all gone. The sidewalk is long and winds itself through town, the colossal factories, mostly abandoned, hover over every step.
Darkness falls as I found my way to the Corner Tavern. I began to think of my childhood friends and how most have moved on to different cities, but I am still her liked those old buildings. You can sense those buildings watching over every resident in this town as I watch over them- an old fireman in a dying upstate town.