Sunday, January 20, 2008

On the road to Richmond, passed this crazy old building that was totally falling apart. As George patiently waited for me to finish, a guy pulls up in a truck and proceeds to tell him the story of the place. Apparently it was a bar that had no seating so the guys would go there after work and just mill about. The man was rich and didn't need the payoff from the place but kept it around for tax purposes. I caught the end of this story and asked, "what happened to it?" "The guy died," said the man in the truck.