a note from Mr. Loomis in Florida

Hello Jim. I share your passion for the value of key events of the past...especially when we have incidental or major connections to those events.  At an advanced age (some of us live long enough to refer to such a phrase) we look to history of the past to validate our opinions for the bend... Continue Reading →

I wonder what he heard…

It's an innocuous wooden box. Approximately 3 1/2 feet by 3 1/2 feet and about 7 feet tall. The glass folding door in the front are hinged in the middle with small cast iron black hinges. The glass is old, with tiny bubbles in a few of the corners that tell its age. The old... Continue Reading →

the Basement (a study in fear)

  "The year was 2003 and I was a young, brash, know it all 32-year-old desk clerk at the Hilltop House Hotel. At this point in my life, I had an intimate knowledge of the hotel that not even our maintenance men could boast. I knew every creak, crack and groan of the floorboards. I... Continue Reading →

the Thing in the Kitchen

When I was a young lad of fourteen I saw the kitchen of the Hilltop House for the first time. I had never beheld a place so filled with stainless steel with the air thick with the smell of fried chicken, freshly baked breads and cakes, and other delectable treats that made my stomach gurgle... Continue Reading →

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