Billings Fills the Bill

She was one of my first loves. She stood watch over Main Street of my hometown, ancient brick with the year 1905 near the top of her facade. I used to think that someday, when I made my first million, I’d restore that old livery stable and turn it into a museum, highlighting the good and bad, letting visitors take a walk through history, in history. Alas, writing for rags such as this, I’ve yet to see that first million, and it’s too late for my favorite livery stable, long since demoli