Greeneville Capehart Mill Complex
A memory from 2017 still plays in my mind. The Capehart Mill wasn't so much a building as it was a skeleton, picked clean by years of neglect and scarred by flames. My friend J and I navigated the wreckage, a landscape of slow decay. We kept our distance from the one pocket of life, the active Atlantic Carton Company, a business humming along next to a ghost. Most of the complex was a lost cause. The fire-gutted buildings offered no safe passage to their upper floors, their secrets lost to time and the ravages of destruction. But then we found our way into one of the few structures that had been spared the worst. Inside, the light was different. It poured through thick glass block windows, relics of a bygone era, bathing the cavernous space in a soft, hazy glow. It was a quiet sanctuary amid the ruins, a moment of peace in a place that had seen too much violence. That peace was temporary. For the residents of Greeneville, the Capehart Mill has been more of a recurring nightmare t...