(I know: again with the AAA-naming business! Have a little confidence, Baton Rouge businesses!)
AAA Cleaners is another place with that Night of the Comet feel...as if people just vaporized, leaving their everyday items.
But this time...they left enough clues that even from outside, I know when this place closed down.
Ready? It closed in May (-ish) of 2005.
And along with some Lysol, some digits, and a roll of TP, the dry cleaner left a newspaper...
Which, using the modern technologies, we simply zoom in on like so:
And we Google the headline, "Ded Official Quits in E-mail Incident," which we learn was published on May 21, 2005 in The Advocate concerning a gentleman with the same last name as myself. If I were paranoid, that would be spooky. What's more spooky is examining at this next view with the zoom function and hoping I don't find anything looking back at me.
I wonder how many folks that hanging white shirt has taken off their guard when they glanced in at night. (That is, if people walked around here.)
And, here's an abandoned house. Well, probably abandoned.
There's an almost identical probably abandoned house next door. There was a skinny old man sitting on the back porch the first time I went by one hot day, who raised his hand up in greeting. I'm beginning to think that every abandoned house or building in town has its own man who hangs out behind it, kind of like how witches have cats as their familiars, or like how sharks have wee fishies that eat the barnacles off them, or how planets have moons.
Here's another empty storefront, and an empty (probably?) house next door.
Around the corner from that empty house is another shuttered-up, possibly abandoned house. But someone's been mowing both lawns... There's a sign on the front door that must be a clue. Let's do the zoom-in, because I'm not walking up to that place. There's probably some kind of Whatever Happened to Baby Jane action going on in there.
OK, so that one is apparently occupied, but possibly by an advanced case of shut-in.
What's with all these possibly abandoned buildings?
Wrote a little song bout it, wanna hear it? Here it goes:
Is it abandoned?
Who can tell?
If I wasn't so morbid
I'd be in a liiiiiviiiing dyyyyiiiing heeeeellllllllllll!
For some reason, I imagined that last line to be a big Broadway ending.
Get ready for Abandoned! The Musical.