During my high school career, my dad moved out into the nearby city of Denton. I was finally old enough to drive, and since my school and friends were in the same town, I found myself hanging around what we called The Square. In the center of The Square was the Denton courthouse, broadcasting beautiful Romanesque architecture. It is a very lively part of the town but is a microcosm of Denton. Some days you might see trucks waving confederate flags; Some days you might see the flat-Earther car. There’s never a dull moment on the Square. I have taken many family portraits next to the courthouse. I have even attended an amateur spontaneous Christmas concert put together by two friends who just so happened to have their saxophones. Its Romanesque style is seen in many other courthouses and government buildings throughout the nation, but its thick wooden doors and flashy domes will always accompany my memories of home.