I love this building in Decatur, Texas. It is completely covered in petrified wood, and so are the buildings next to it. In my bucket list is to eat in the little restaurant next door. It is near the area where my dad's family was raised and where I played with a multitude of cousins in the washed out canyons ladened with petrified wood pieces. I cherished the moments when we found a piece and kept several in the flower beds by my front door for many years. The pieces slowly disappeared, but I didn't grieve for them because I'm sure the children in my neighborhood are as intrigued as I was with wood turned to rock.
