This place brings out the happy times in me. I can go in there and feel part of the rich history that surrounds it. The hotel that ran above the bar is still there, although it is not used anymore, you can still see it. The underground tunnels below, where the underground railroad once ran, when I am down there, I can almost see that fear and excitement in the eyes of a family, fleeing from pain, the father leading the way with a dim torch, holding the hands of his small children, and the mother watching over all of them as they make their way to freedom.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Where friends meet
This place brings out the happy times in me. I can go in there and feel part of the rich history that surrounds it. The hotel that ran above the bar is still there, although it is not used anymore, you can still see it. The underground tunnels below, where the underground railroad once ran, when I am down there, I can almost see that fear and excitement in the eyes of a family, fleeing from pain, the father leading the way with a dim torch, holding the hands of his small children, and the mother watching over all of them as they make their way to freedom.
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