Another place I shouldn't have been

Made a late-night entrance into a mostly vacant office building downtown. A few things were left behind, including the kitchen sink.

Holes in the floors were covered with pieces of plywood, all spray-painted with the word "hole."

I triumphantly returned home after 3:00 in the morning carrying a nicely framed 8-foot-long dry-erase board over my head (you can see a small fraction of it in the image below). It's in my kitchen now.

Should this blog be anonymous?

Going to church

I guess churches just don't draw the crowds today that they used to; here's another one no longer in service.

Colin heard from one of his fellow foodies that this former Methodist church (tucked behind city hall and now hidden behind scaffolding) was vacant and worth checking out.

I soon found myself a little bloody after climbing through a broken window pane in the basement. (No, I didn't break it -- some over-eager God-seeker must have).