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drugs, booze and sex. Soon, however, most of them would flee the confines of thecity and attempt to forge new lives in new towns. Jackson understood - he had,too.Dusk was settling on Easthampton as he crossed to an abandoned furniturewarehouse. He retrieved a set of keys from his pocket and without meaning to,glanced around before unlocking the door and stepping in. Of course, no one wasactually downtown to see him. Grumbling to himself, he closed the door tight andmade his way through the dusty interior.Almost a decade ago, Jackson had escaped. He had gotten out. He had goneaway to a state university and excelled at school, soon getting a job at a marketingfirm in Chicago. Everything had been going well for him, up until his father’sstroke. What was supposed to have been a quick visit back to check on the oldman had turned into a permanent homecoming.Jackson thought back to the first time he had seen The Spirit.His father, Duncan Jackson, had been on the city council for what seemedlike eons. The elder Jackson had
in Easthampton and what it represented.Even in its recent troubled times, Duncan Jackson had rallied behind the city and pushed for greater things. Many thought he was eccentric, some even believed hewas living in the past. Gregory himself often thought his father yearned for somefabled “Golden Age” that never really existed. Regardless, it was all brought lowone morning at breakfast when his father’s body kicked back against him.Jackson climbed the stairs and headed up towards the roof.Duncan Jackson had been out of his house only to make trips to the hospital.At least, that’s what everyone else thought. One time, one time only, he took hisson Gregory and hobbled up five flights of stairs to the top of the furniturewarehouse. One time was all that was needed. One time to introduce his son toThe Spirit of The City.