I climbed my favorite tree as high as I could. "mom, what is that strange building out there?" "That's where I work ,I'ts pilgram". "N000, I mean the one with the strange roof way out there". "oh that's Edgwood, It was a TB hospital,you had to be a certain age to work there, I never went back." "well I did. Diane and I went on our bikes. I wanted to look out the top window thinking that if I was brave enough to be in that scary place in its' highest window, I'd never be afraid of anything again. As if escaping fear would solve all problems. After two steps, a glance to the left of a pitch-black windowless room with an 8" freezer-like door and a most powerful fear that could have said..."don't go in...,["just in case"],I never went back. This was 1976. If I was as brave as I was when my rode tour friends and I (T-P'd) the streets and tore up the orange groves in 79 Ca. And if I knew what I know now I would either be dead or in jail. I shda cuda wuda documented and photographed everything in site. History is here now. It's being able to recognize it in it's present purity that takes talent. It is wonderful to know there are people like me who wonder in amazment and posses a childlike curiosity to ruins, Art-Deco,scary things and the macabe. peace.