|I can't for the life of my figure out why we were the only|
ones for lunch... Who WOULDN'T want to be here???
One of the perks of going home is seeing old friends. And I really, really mean that. I have some very close friends that are still living in my hometown, and while I wish I could see them more often, it certainly makes the few moments I can spend with them even more precious. This was one of those days.
|This table, too...|
|A view of one of the many, many churches in Downtown|
Zanesville (this one is Central Presbyterian) as seen from
the front porch of the YWCA/Bryan Place.
|And it also looked nice, framed by the arches on the Patio.|
|How many have hung their coats in this hallway?|
|How many have climbed these stairs?|
|The front doorway, looking out.|
|These doors stopped me cold. The hardware. The scuffed and|
missing kick plates. How many feet? How many hands?
|Peeling paint does not necessarily put me into handy-man mode.|
The walls and this window frame were particularly nice.
|The building's current name.|