It is true, time changes everything.
By Nina Keenam Nothing exists there anymore. All the houses that hung precariously on the hilltops and lined the roads are gone. So are the company store, the Southern Railway Deport and the post office. No sign of them today. Just trees. And weeds, with a few wildflowers here and there. I couldn’t even decide on which hilltop an elementary school I attended for a year was located. All those…