Oh hi, old pictures. I’m re-writing a play that takes place in my hometown, Winston-Salem, in 1957 – a love story involving ghost stories, tobacco money and acoustic Doo-wop. I realized that I had just sort of written the play without doing much research about what the heck was going on in W-S then. And so, I spent a nice afternoon yesterday scouring the internets for pictures and stories. I didn’t really find anything that fascinating, but there was something magical about learning how certain interstates / parks / pools etc that I’m so familiar with came to be.