A small town... a white building built like an inn... People would come in and line up in the room to the right with the others, thinking they were checking in to a hotel and not the hospital where James Taylor recovered from heroine addiction. Opposite that room, the one room with AC, where everyone would pile in on the 100 degree summer days, making the room itself hot. Past there, past the nurses station and the stairs going up, you could get to the back door opening on a lawn with chairs where we played whiffle ball. Or go downstairs to a cave like basement with a big screen and vending.
Facing that main building, to the left was level 2, apartments. Somewhere, I think in lennox, was another building of apartments.
I remember Marge and Susie. I remember the bank. Walking down the street, the bank was across from the recreation therapy building.
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