MIn the early 2000s, we were occasional regulars at a swing club in western Pennsylvania. We didn’t go every weekend, but we did show up at least every other month, and while there were a few people that knew us, there were always a lot more people who didn’t, which was actually a lot more fun for us.On one particular night, we were doing the usual rounds to see who we knew, and who looked fun. We were both still. What they saw when they ventured inward was a town litteredwith the abandoned artifacts of human habitation, but not a single human being,living or dead. The hospital, the two high schools, the eight primary and middleschools, the police and fire departments and every last business and residencewas eerily deserted. Bags of groceries had been carefully set down, cars abandonedin the streets, strollers left on the sidewalks, merchandise left at the checkoutcounters, lawn mowers in the middle of.Read More
