The wife called and tells me she has no connection tonight. So stay tuned for an update tomorrow!
-- posted by the hubby
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UPDATE:
I am sitting at Mitchell Park here in town... where I have miraculously gotten a connection. I had gone to McD's for one... but they have closed for the night, and thus shut off the Internet capabilities.
So... We came to the park to let Sabrina run around... and low and behold TA-DA!
So... on Monday (yesterday now)... I did alot of errands for my parents. Mom went to the Chiropractor again.. which is good. Things have sort of settled into a routine of sorts. Dad continues to have severe leg/buttock cramps.. and I can't get a hold of his doctor to potentially get a prescription or to get his blood checked. It is frustrating.
The photos for today's post are of the Old Hickory. It was once an Inn and a bar/restaurant... that unfortunately fell into severe disrepair. At one point.. I heard the the Rigas Family had bought it with the intent to turn it into a bed and breakfast... which would have been really cool. Work was started... basically, the interior was gutted and the roof was fixed. However, I think that was as far as things got when the whole Adelphia fiasco happened. Since then, the place was in limbo. It was unclear who owned it... then I heard that some people from the southern part of the state bought it... but didn't do anything. Then I was told that last year it was up for sale along with alot of other properties as a "tax sale." Not sure if that is true.... but it would be awesome if someone would buy it and fix it up.
The Old Hickory has been around forever. It is definitely one of the oldest buildings in town.. and certainly one of the most interesting looking. PLUS... there is the ghost story..... tales of a young man who was "worse for the drink" and got into a bar-room fight over a woman. The young man got shot in the stomach... and as the story goes... because he was "under-age", his body was carried to an upstairs room and draped over a piano. I am not sure if the people thought that he would recover up there... but he passed away. Legend tells that he still haunts the place and can be seen in the upstairs cupola at night... wandering ... and looking for his lost love...
(all photos by Elaine A. Russell)