Ghosts. Everybody up here knows some. They are invisible to you, but they are still there in the shadows, watching as this new renaissance unfolds. They’re the ones on whose backs this resurgence was built. Without them, we would not be here. When you strike up a conversation, ask about what used to be. Folks are usually all too happy to talk about it. On the corner in Andes where the yellow blinking light flashes was once a delicious and lively Mexican restaurant called the