Same old. New old

I mentioned before that I used to work in a facility that had a pungent rat odor about it. It was solid red brick and two stories tall. Years ago it had been the county jail. In fact, most people knew the place by its designation of The Old Jail. We used it for office space. I wish I had taken a photograph of the place but the closest I can come is an overhead from the Property Appraiser. The front entrance would be down toward the bottom of the lowest building in the red outlined area. Behind that stood a generator building and the antenna and then the top building was a storage area.. Yesterday I met my daughter at a nearby hospital to sit with one grandson while the other went to x-ray. When we left the hospital, I drove her to her car which was parked down the road. Sitting in the lot, I glanced towards the building I had worked in for so long.

I didn't recognize it. You could have knocked me over with a feather! The entire building was clad in a light shade of stucco and the outside appearance was so changed I had a little trouble finding the windows of my former offices. The building is close to a lake where the county sets off Fourth of July fireworks every year. We used to be able to go up to the office and get out on the flat rooftop to watch the display every year. Now the open roofing is gone and the second floor sports a lovely covered porch. The front stairs have been entirely turned around although the entry door looks approximately in the same area. The front of the building faces left in the photograph. Rumor has it that the interior was gutted to the inside brick and completely redone. I'd think the odor of rat would be eliminated. The ginormous antenna is still out back and that's about the only thing recognizable.

You can depend on it. If you ignore something for a few years, it will morph into something entirely different.

The grandson will be okay. We try not to ignore anything really important!