If you are on my Facebook, or are AlanDP, you've seen this already. (Albeit FB friends saw it without much context.)
I love this picture.
Back in high school and right after it got out, Mark and I frequented a coffee shop over near Sunset Station. He remembers what it's called, but I don't. Loved it, though. It had an absolutely terrible variety of proto-hipsters performing on Open Mic Night, and fantastic Italian cream sodas. Somewhere along the lines it shut down. There was an architectural firm, I think, there for a while. And now the building is being remodeled into the 13th Floor Haunted House.
Showing loyalty to the city, they have even tied themselves into the Ghost Tracks legend:
In the early 1940’s the building that house the 13th Floor Haunted House operated briefly as a hotel for passengers travelling in and out of Sunset Station. According to legend, a group of school children arrived at the station in route to their destination south of San Antonio. The weather turned, and the bus driver who was to take them the rest of the way decided it would be best if they waited till morning to complete their journey. The checked in to the hotel across the street, and turned in for the night. The next morning, the rain had let up to a drizzle, the bus driver loaded the children and headed south.
Just south of town, on the same railroad tracks that brought the group of children to San Antonio, a train was moving swiftly down the tracks, when the engineer spied a school bus stalled along his path. Frantically he pulled his break and tugged on the train whistle, the huge engine quickly advanced toward the school bus, unable to stop in time. Ten children reportedly lost their lives that tragic day. Legend has it that they continue to haunt the area, including the hotel where they spent their final night, protecting others from a similar fate.
The really strange thing? That building's maybe four stories. (I actually think it's three if you count the basement level.)
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