The house on Adenmoor Avenue still sits boarded shut. The home of my childhood, just one of many dwellings vacated due to plans for freeway expansion. Tied up for years in an endless battle of bureaucracy, the house appears defiant, indestructible, a haunting monument for the terror that existed within its walls.
When the house falls prey to its eventual doom, it will not die. A vivid picture of its structure, contents and history are etched deep within my mind. I will carry that house with me for the remainder of my life. Time has not proven to be the inevitable remedy so highly acclaimed by all. It still haunts me...read more
Monday, May 26, 2008
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