I found myself standing on the very spot where the Gem Theater once stood, having checked out of my previous lodgings and into this place now called the Mineral Palace Hotel.
Could Dirk ever have imagined his great great great grandson would be standing in the same location some one hundred and twenty-five years later, reaching out from the future to learn of his past?
The town has burned down on more than one occasion, so I find myself asking the locals where the few remaining structures of the last century still stand today, then taking my time as I take them in.
Palm against brick as if walls could indeed talk to me. Show me the past. Provide me with the vision of Dirk walking down these streets.
But the only thing that can really take me back is the journal, and so I return to it with eager anticipation.