Ghosts haunt downtown Lawrenceburg.
I’m not the only one who can see them.
They’re empty, lingering shells of the lives they once led, cut short by a death that cannot be easily be explained or understood.
In all the places I’ve lived, I’ve never seen restaurants open so hopefully and die so quickly.
In my quest to find the answers to downtown’s problems, including the extreme lack of restaurants on Main Street, I thought to go directly to the source — the restaurant owner.