As seen in this image, and I’m unsure of any of the back story, or, for that matter, what happened. I liked what I saw the first time, looked like an old-time cafe, the inspired yet insipid tile-work on the front of the building, reminded me of an era gone by. Long gone.
The building is now gone. Disappeared. And once again, I seem to chronicle urban decay and rejuvenation, usually focussing on the decay.
Haven’t had a girlfriend complain yet, though, about me liking old stuff.
About the author:
Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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