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Oh the stories this place could tell . . . in years as stable and livery, bar, hotel, photography unit, and residence; it could tell stories of our mutual friend Sam. More on Sam later.
And oh the stories Lucy H could tell about her odyssey from the bayous all the way to Troy . . .
where we two crossed paths on this beautiful autumn day.
As the sun set, Betty D showed up as well, a similar story to tell, no doubt. And I’m wondering what’s the story with the far bank? As I recall,
that was covered in volunteer under- and overgrowth, which seems to have been cut recently.
If I read my map right, the far bank there is Watervliet, birthplace of Leland Stanford and home of an arsenal with a notable iron building.
As night falls, Betty D makes her way northward under the Green Island Bridge.
I didn’t forget: here’s Sam.
All photos and sentiments by Will Van Dorp.
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