Some days, it pays to be in the right place at the right time. That’s when you hit the jackpot, like I had just done on a hot summer afternoon.
Yes sir, my curious nature had turned into solid gold.
I was walking along the railroad tracks between Market Street and the Depot when some men slid open the big doors on one of those black warehouses.
Their actions got my full attention, seeing how I had never seen anyone going into one of those buildings before.
I always wondered what, if anything, was stored inside.