While nearly everyone I knew over the past fifty years has left this big brickyard in the South end of Columbus I have managed to not only remain grounded to it I have been keeping diaries to document what I know of its history. As a writer I have had to pen some of the ugliest words in the English language to describe one of the most beautiful places on earth to me. They are the only words that can paint an accurate description of those who keep chipping away everything they can from whatever is left of it. What time hasn't eroded there are many who have found ways to help it along.
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