Route 17 in New York holds an old building that refuses to let people drive past without slowing down. Weathered and fenced off, yet somehow still magnetic, I remember the first time I pulled over near it at dusk, half expecting the lights to flick on and the smell of coffee to drift out.
That obviously did not happen, but the pull was real.
For nearly 75 years, this roadside stop fed millions of travelers heading to and from the Catskill Mountains, and it left a mark that outlasted its own walls…