Navigating downtown Columbus to Main Street, we seek Jimmy’s Main place, where Cache Owner Fireman Phil promises Jimmy is always around.
The city breathes deeply. Summer’s end is celebrated with green patchwork stitched into every corner.
Black and grey of lamppost and sidewalk blur in flamboyant textures of pink, white, sea green. Gardener souls must sing.
Here the window washers never stop and never get tired.
There the windows reflect a job well done.
And here the newest city transplant buries its mournful, defeated head in the weeds, not quite sure how it all works.
Our geotrail hits a snag. No bushwhacking allowed in this jungle.
Our GPS lands us at last. We are in the parking lot where Jimmy’s place stood and then washed away in the inexorable tide of urban development.
Throughout the past ten years of this cache’s weblogs, photos shared as clues tell the story: Jimmy’s flamboyant black and purple Main Bar sign, light from the bar twinkling onto a night cacher, and the last image of Jimmys, windows boarded up.
Like the cache, did Jimmy’s fall through the cracks?
Don’t worry, Jimmy. You are not forgotten.
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