It’s a weird feeling knowing your childhood house was demolished. I haven’t lived there since graduating high school, and my parents moved out long ago, but it was the closest thing we had to a family institution. It was a little white house that sat right off the highway eight miles west of Dripping Springs in the “sneeze and you might might miss it” town of Henly, Texas.
![A House Lost to Time](https://i0.wp.com/www.brodyvercher.com/wp-content/uploads/henly-house-1948.jpg?fit=1100%2C717)