Looks like I’m living here at the Loudon House again only for a better reason. Dang place is like a flaming castle; looks like one too. House is over a hundred years old and it’s all brick and stone from back when that kind of building was normal. It’s like Victorian … owned by some guy that made money through the railroad and then invested in oil and steel during the Industrial Revolution. According to the flyers and junk that were down in the caretaker’s cottage before I swiped them Loudon was some kind of friend of the original old Rockefeller guy and that guy Carnegie too … or was bought out by them or something. I’m not absolutely sure not that it makes a difference. Some of the pages were rat eaten and not the easiest to read. But when you are bored you’ll resort to almost anything, including reading anything you can get your hands on no matter what it might be. Better than counting the mice in the walls.
The news people finally admitted that it would be months before anyone was going to be let back in and that they were going to have crews go in and turn off all of the electricity to “encourage” some of the people in the buffer areas to evacuate back across the river. This side of river is “old” and the other side of the river is “new.” Old Town doesn’t necessarily mean poor though there is a lot of that too. In fact there are some pretty rich people that have homes in the Old Town area and the news people make it seem like those people are really throwing hissy’s about their stuff and how the poor folks are going to trash their property. Got news for them, there’s rich kids that have done it too though there aren’t many of either type left around here these days. At least that is one less thing for me to worry about.