I’m a loner drawn to places where people once gathered. Lately, Indiana’s old county homes and infirmaries have captured my attention. They weren’t places people chose to be; they were places people ended up- communities of necessity where the poor, the elderly, and the ill spent the final chapters of their lives together. In Wayne County, an infirmary still stands off U.S. 40 -the old National Road- quietly removed from the traffic that speeds past. It’s easy to miss but hard to forget.