These are photos posted after the first time I ever saw this place back in early 2014. Jeanne took most of the pictures and I just walked around amazed at the place. But back then I was still in the process of dying on her couch and didn’t have a lot of energy.
All in all it hasn’t changed much. Just a bit more run down and crumbling.
Anyway, I sure as heck never dreamed a few years later I’d be living here. Old Jules
So Far From Heaven
Possumly Jesse James, or a Younger or Dalton or someone else lived here, or visited here, or rode a horse by the place and gazed at it as he/she went by.
!895 Chapel for VA Center at Fort Leavenworth in seriously bad repair. Protestant downstairs, Catholic further downstairs though the signs are somewhat misleading. No harm in a protestant attending Mass or a Catholic racking up some fire and brimstone occasionally, I reckons.
Interesting stained glass work. Dunno whether it’s Catholic or the other one.
Gargoyles are shared equally by Catholics and Protestants.
The VA hospital environment surrounding this seems obliquely appropriate.
The metalwork on those doors is probably symbolic of something, but everyone who once knew what it was is dead.
This end of the building is in bad repair threatening collapse in places, but ain’t likely to get any better.
Directly across the street from the chapel. It’s…
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Posted in 2014, 2018, Jeanne Kasten, ks, Leavenworth, Senior Citizens, VA campus, Veterans
Tagged exploring Kansas, Kansas travel, Leavenworth, VA, VA campus, veterans, Weston MO
I don’t know what to think. Rebecka’s back.
[ If you don’t know what this entry is about see: A little excitement here, Posted on January 17, 2018 by Old Jules]
This morning the maintenance man came to work on my central heat. He knows everything that goes on around here, so I followed him to the basement to kibitz and find out the latest dirt for Eisenhower Ridge apartments.
Thought I’d prime the pump by telling him about the deputies picking up Rebecka. He didn’t let me finish. “She’s back!”
I thought he meant from some earlier beating, so I told him about the deputies. “Yeah, I know, but she’s back.” He rolled his eyes. “I just saw her over there before I came to your place. My daughter was going to do something over there but when I saw Rebecka I sent her home.” [Donny has a college age daughter who helps him on some of the maintenance jobs when she can].
Soooooo. That’s what I get for expecting things of people.
What can I say? I’ve got to quit having expectations.
Rebecka is back.
Posted in 1940's, 2018, Human Behavior, Music, Police, VA campus, Veterans
Tagged beat me daddy, famioly violence, music, prostitute, VA, VA campus, veterans, woman beater