Writing what I live and see
I first learned of her (Cindy Ross) dream when we parked in front of the old, abandoned building when a man walked up and appeared to use the bathroom in the shadows of the broken doors and windows—just out of sight.
As we sat in the parked car in front, she remarked, “Did you see that? That’s my building!”
“Your building?” “Yes! I’ve always wanted to buy it....