Spirit and Inspirational home of the experiment. The reality of this place, serving as a home, store and gas station amongst many things, for over 60 years is experiment—experiment in the chase of love, wealth, peace, dignity, the story of this place, the stories of this place, infinite, drawn out, amorphous, outreaching, real. Because not all stories end happily ever after. In fact most don’t. The same way many don’t end terribly, if this place is any hint, perpetual in their progression through the cycle of ups and lows and unknowns, unending as various characters throughout ever changing setting and plot, chase stability, dream, closure. If the stories can rise out this place, beautiful. The keepers only hold at square one trying to keep the place alive. Stories can’t rise from things that don’t exist. If it doesn’t grow, improve, it shrinks, decays. That is universal law, Stars and galaxies, cells and atoms abide by. Law that spirit and legacy abides by. Even the place one calls home. If this place can survive, live and become something greater, maybe it can pull other estates from the jaws of overgrown forest, the elements and apathy’s neglect. As much possible before the story ends.