When I look inside abandoned places, I nearly always see something that doesn’t make sense, that’s out of place, that’s unexpected.*
In this case it was the chairs. Oh, and that lettering on the wall.
*The Patient Spouse maintains that one of these days I’m going to see a dead body. That may be why he generally waits in the car while I’m looking around.
One of my work friends, who often serves as a location scout for me, told me about this town. It’s nearly on the Interstate – close enough to have its own exit but far enough way that drivers don’t have any real reason to take it.
Unless I’m the driver. Then I’m pretty happy to be able to get off the highway and go for a bit of a wander in a town whose better days are long in the past.