On a windy day as the snow began to set in, we headed to the top of the hill where the dreams of a devotedly religious man now lie as shattered miniature ruins. Now the site of a shocking murder which caused the trees to be cut away , exposing the skeletons of numerous dioramas, the hill is capped with a prison like outlook of barbed wire, fencing in a huge glowing cross. The site now resembles a post apocalyptic outpost of a future preacher man, but shows signs of the slow restoration begun by the mayor a few years ago. Some new coats of paint, a little new pavement and a couple of security measures are all present. Only the future will tell what becomes of this tiny Disney of Decay.