The Companionship of a Neighborhood as the Institutions Grow Together.
The man at the back of the parking lot was looking at the vandalized two story structure with a kind of pizzled frustration. Everything inside of the security fence: the vast parking lot, the boarded-window church, and the abandoned two story building looked as if it stood toe-to-the-line between demolition or possible rehab. Surely the metals had been stripped from the larger building, glass windows had already been broken and some of the stained glass squares from the auditorium had been swapped out for a thicker, fully opaque window covering that would still invite a bit of light but without the flourish of color or the refracting angles that may come from class. My pilgrimage had led me here, and before I set out I couldn't have imaged this dereliction, based on my studies of the road-cameras on google maps, but the journey here had prepared me well. After days of the hypnotic starts stop of 12 lane traffic on the 5, the 405, the 110, only the briefest glimpses of palm t...
