Ludlow. That's the name of this hollow corridor of the old route 66. This used to be a prominent rail stop. The center of the economic stability in the region was mining. Main street populated by your staple businesses: post office, union office, town hall and concrete poured mercantile structure which is the only building still standing on main street, although earthquakes have shook the insides out of it.
Later on in the 50's and 60's the town became part of the Atomic Energy Commissions project area. Project Plowshare mission was to find peaceful uses nuclear explosions. I am up for that, but I can't figure out how radioactive fallout could be reclassified as peaceful. Near the town, they planned to use 22 bombs to blast a path over the Bristol Mountains for the railroad and the I-40 freeway. Thankfully that never happened.
Stories of a girl that went missing down a mine shaft abound in this little town. They suspect foul play by a miner named Dan Dan. His crazy scratchings can be found in these slip shod shacks. “If you want to disappear, I can help you”
Here's what is left of this dusty pit stop, you can't really call it a town. It does have a gas station, cafe and motel. It's patrons are mostly I-40 travelers looking to fill up on gas station coffee, Cheetos, and mini California license plates with your name stamped on them. Ludlow is dry, meaning that no alcohol is sold in the cafe or gas station, but that don't keep some of the local folks from stashing some 'shine under the back lid of their toilet. There is nothing to do in Ludlow and thats the way they like it.
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