In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"My eyes gazed from two gaping holes which used to be windows overlooking Lake Ontario. I watched as sailboats played on the wind of the water. A breeze blew through the hotel's frame and the screen porch rocked on its hinges. Neighborhood children ignored the 'No Trespassing" sign posted on the iron gates. Their shouts echoed into the elm trees as they rode their bikes through the overgrown grass. Beer cans were tucked into corners of the sagging porch. Chip- ped white paint, like ashes from a midnight bonfire, lay scattered along the edges of the building. I sighed and wondered, what had happened to the elegance and beauty which once belonged to the Elmheart Hotel."
"Memories of the Elmheart Hotel,"
The Angle: Vol. 1993
, Article 16.
Available at: http://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1993/iss1/16