Recently, I've spent some time in a town that once had over 30,000 people living in it, that had the country's longest bar- it took 80 bartenders, same shift, to keep the clientele happy- that had one of the biggest prize fights in US history and where the guy who built and ran one of the bigger joints left and built the Madison Square Garden and which now has, on a good spring day, maybe just over 200 people living here. To buy gasoline or a quart of milk, you gotta drive over 60 miles, to go see a movie, drive further, to fly anywhere, you gotta go 200 miles. It died out in 1912. Got hit with both a fire and then a flood. Came back for a couple of minutes for the silver that may often be found near/with gold, died again and now, sadly, still not dead, with the increase in the value of gold and best case extraction technologies, the place may come alive again. But still...
This place has gone bust and it's out there.
Here's a little song I wrote to go with the above photograph-
brown dog productions