This is something I’ve wanted to do for a long time. I am such a big chicken when it comes to things like this, but what better way to really feel alive again than to be scared. You can never truly live as long as you fear dying. Several of us are thinking of going to the Waverly Hills Tuberculosis Sanatorium in Lousiville, Ky. this coming Spring. We haven’t figured out how we are going to get in or anything…but thats no biggie. After all, rules are meant to be broken. I know my chicken (bock bock) hubby will never go. It will be more fun with friends anyways. It would be hard to still view him as my hero after I had to listen to him crying like a girl cause he was scared. lol