Then something changed. For some reason those who had led their lives in these places were there no more, whether by tragedy or choice. And no one was left to sweep the porch or paint the banisters, no one cared to resurrect once proud homes.
Living in West Virginia you see these places all the time. Take a drive in the country and there they are. It is likely a product of negative population growth, the fact that entire generations of children have had to leave their home state to have a chance at the American dream.
And yet the old places remain. They sit, waiting, as if they don’t realize that their time long ago ran out.