"When the wind picks up and sets the dead leaves on the sidewalk to swirling, you might wonder who lived - and died - in the large brick mansion in front of you. When the air bristles with the fall chill, you could stop and ask yourself why someone is staring down at you from the third-story window of the large, uninhabited gray stone house across the street or why you hear organ music from the abandoned church on the corner. Take a stroll, and the past comes alive in Old Louisville, especially when the gaslights click on and night falls, and ghosts start to roam the streets." - David Dominé