They say you can still hear the hammers ringing at Sloss Furnaces, echoing through the smoke and iron that built Birmingham’s name. But when Dusty and I first tried to visit, the only sound we heard was Murph laughing in the distance. Round One: When Murph Closed the Gates This stop was supposed to be … Read more
Alabama Road Trip #2 There’s something about ruins that pull you in—the way time folds itself around stone and iron, how silence can still hum with memory. We hadn’t planned on finding Brierfield. It was one of those “Murph detours” that started with a roadside sign for the Absalom Pratt House and ended with Dusty … Read more
They say some stories don’t find you until you’re ready to hear them.For me, that story began under the canopy of Withlacoochee pines—where time, moss, and memory have buried a town called Oriole. It took three separate hikes to find it.The first, I wandered alone through the brush, chasing rumors of old chimneys and whispers … Read more
Brooksville, Florida They say three-year-old Jessie Mae still cries for her mother inside this house—more than 160 years after she died. Visitors swear they hear her at the top of the stairs, a small, aching voice calling “Mama…” into the dark. It’s a haunting thought, isn’t it? A child’s sorrow suspended in time, echoing through … Read more
Where Legends Live… and Sometimes Look Back There’s a quiet corner of St. Augustine where the past doesn’t just linger —it stares right at you.Unblinking.Perfectly still. Or so they say. Tucked into the old village is Potter’s Wax Museum, the first wax museum in the United States. From the outside, it looks harmless enough — … Read more
Where Pastel Walls Can’t Hide the Dark There’s a strange kind of beauty standing on San Marco Avenue — a two-story Romanesque Revival building shaded by palms and painted the softest bubblegum pink. From a distance, you could mistake it for an Old Florida inn, the kind of place with rocking chairs and lemonade on … Read more