A real fixer upper. I wonder if the real estate broker used that hackneyed phrased. Decay halted I am attracted to these surviving vestiges of the past, they encourage me to imagine another time, another world than this one. I didn’t see any actual construction going on, the multi-family house is fallow, gutted. Echoes of children from the long ago and always were heard; or was that from the yard next door? Seemed the exterior had been sanded, but there several splotches. Maybe it hadn’t been, maybe it was just old and read to be knocked down. A knocked down they call it, where they buy a lot. I imagine—imagine again—that in other parts of the country, this would have been some kind of extreme foreclosure situation, a walk away. Still might be part of the story here. Then I noticed the very newly painted looking doorway, a natural stone foundation intact. Upkeep is minimal but extant. Prepared for the fixing Up to commence.
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