Wednesday was not the best of days. There was a pretty big storm come through during the afternoon. I didn't know how bad things were until later. Power is out in places. Trees are down.

While over at a friend's house, I started thinking of Old Dora. Dora used to have a street lined with businesses and shops. Then something happened. Old Dora is pretty much shut down. There are a few houses, most falling inward, around the railroad track. There's only one track now. There used to be four.

Somewhere in the past, the town shifted north by a mile or so. The jail, city hall, and the fire department moved. The railroad station closed down. Maybe that was it. There was a lot of fires at the turn of the century, but every thing seemed to have been rebuilt. Even the high school, which was on the outskirts of Old Dora, moved north a mile. The school burned down in the '80's. I woke to watch it burn out my window. I live about 100 yards from where it sat.

Oh well. I'm sure a lot of towns have lots of weird things like this. Let's see. There was Salem and Amityville. And that place where that priest fell down those stairs. Lot's of towns.

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