The year was 1966, and the gilded luster of the aged grande dame had faded long ago. With great trepidation I walked up to the front door. My buddy and I had been roving Blount St. for more than a year by then, exploring and photographing the once elegant mansions being demolished by the state in … Continue reading Reminiscences of a Raleigh Boy, Part 7: The Ghost of Blount Street [Updated]