In about 1820-something, the first European immigrants to settle hereabouts (fuckin' Krauts, just like me) built a mill, and it made them very wealthy. They were generous and decent people over the years (their former home is now a museum) and "The Old Mill" (even though it was disused the last few decades) stood tall. People loved it. It was one of those places that made everyone nostalgic, even as weatherbeaten and decrepit as it must have looked by the 1950s. But then it burned down one night, and as much as I've looked online, I've never found a picture of it. But clues remain. After it burned down, they left the cogs and gears where they fell, possibly out of respect for the old structure (but more likely because they probably weigh about 6 tons; they're so heavy they've sunk to slightly below ground level), but either way I like it. If we don't remember where we came from we'll never know where we're going. Oh sheeit, that sounds almost p...