There’s not much to say, after the fire that destroyed the John Loler House two Saturdays ago.
The ruins will probably sit for a little while, and then be torn down.
There was a woman living inside, and she had some of her belongings on the side porch at one time; I don’t know what all this soot-covered stuff is strewn across the back yard is.
The fire was so intense that it singed the telephone poles going down N. 22nd Street.
