At the Old School
Our Christmas travels took us a couple of times up and down a road that I travelled every day until I was 15 or 16. It’s the road between the two tiny towns or villages of Belle Mina and Mooresville. They’re only a couple of miles apart, and roughly halfway between them was the school I attended through the 9th grade. It was called, imaginatively, Mooresville-Belle Mina. When I was in school there it was a wooden frame building with one room for each of the nine grades. At some point in the late ’60s or early ’70s a new brick building was erected, directly in front of the old one, between it and the road, and the old one was abandoned. Eventually the old one was torn down, and then the new one was abandoned, so there’s nothing there now but an empty spot and some ugly ruins.
But I noticed on this trip a new bit of road just south of the old school site, running a bit to the east, and some sort of new construction at the end of it. So I had to go take a look, and this is what I found (you may need to look at the larger version to read the sign):
I think this lends credence to the idea that certain places attract certain kinds of people and activities.