It was like visiting a childhood home. Tears streamed down my face when I saw the damage a crane had purposely inflicted upon my old junior highschool. It was the school my Grandmother attended, the great James Dean attended, and the school that brought about so many stories, memories.
The picture was taken a few years ago when visiting Fairmount Indiana. Another piece of history left only to pictures and old wives tales.
A relaxing time in history!