My First Glimpse of Fort Klock
My first glimpse of Fort Klock was about 50 years ago. I knew it existed long before that, but had never ventured close. As I neared the old building, it was almost invisible due to the tangle of trees and brush which had grown up around it. In places the silent stone walls had crumbled, reminiscent of a hero of old who had been brought to knees by a conquering foe. Fort Klock had fallen to its knees as a result of an enemy called time and neglect. I walked through the doorway whose door had been wrenched from hinges by vandals. Window glass from long broken windows mixed with bones and trash covered the wide board floors. Black char covered some beams in the cellar where intruders had built fires on the cobblestone floor. The roof had begun to leak which was a sure sign that this old building's days were numbered, someday soon to become only a clouded memory. What comes to mind when walking through a deteriorating building that hou...