The town of Lambertville was a great place to grow up, especially in the 80's. All my friends and I ran around in leather and plaid, harassing tourists who came to town to go antique shopping, and with mohawks held high in the air, we would proudly march across the bridge to New Hope and terrorize anything and everything that moved. Since then, I have lived in a number of places and seen many strange things (currently, I reside in a correctional facility), but of all of the places I have been and all the things that I have seen, my childhood times in L-ville were by far the weirdest. Here's a story that I'd like to share with the rest of my fellow New Jerseyans:
High atop a hill we affectionately call "Music Mountain," sits the ruins of the old Lambertville High School. This is where all
