Desolation row and South Texas - Page 2

When ever I drive in North West Indiana, I am overwhelmed with the desolation there.
Oddly, most of the land was at one time so amazingly beautiful.
Take the town of Gary, it is dead, I mean really dead.
You then go to the outskirt towns or burbs of Gary and you will see nothing but decay.

When I was in my early teens, my best friends parents built a summer home in Birch Bay WA, very close to the Cherry Point refinery.
We would spend our summers finding the deserted houses in the country side.
Often you would come on a farm where it seemed as though the people that lived there disappeared right at dinner.
Although the homes had suffered 30+ years of uninhabitence, you could still find their personal documents, clothing, jars of food, television sets, furniture.
Often it was ruined by holes in the roofs, but eerie none the less.
We would head to the out buildings, where there were still animal feeds in bags, and implements to farm with seemingly ready to work, but abandoned.

One time, we came upon a very strange outbuilding in a rather remote area of a remote farm (when we were 16), and we opened it and found tons of animal carcasses and other evidence of some kind of cult activity.
That spelled the end of our abandoned house expidetitons.

The person in the picture, Patrick Robinson, is the brother of the person who murdered my uncle, Tommy Bauer, in Victoria Texas, on October 9th, 1976.  His brothers name was Hampton (Hamp) Robinson, the biggest lowlife, druggie,  scumbag of the earth that ever lived!!  Yeah, I can understand the term "desolation row" and how it pertains to that branch of the Robinson/Welder family!! 

Hamp Robinson murdered my uncle Tommy Bauer in 1976. Yeah, they were druggies and murderers!  Could very well write a book about them!  The sad part is I am related to the Robinson/Welder branch of the family.  Which means, YES, Hamp shot and killed a man, Tommy Bauer, my uncle, who was kin to him.  But hell, Hamp murdered his own best man in his wedding in missouri city, so to Hamp Robinson, in his drug-addled  mind, nothing was sacred!!  A very sad, messed up family who had a horrible father and a mentally ill mother, Patricia Welder.  Sad!!!  Can't turn back the clock and bring my uncle back though!!!  We still miss him!!