A social club/restaurant that was likely the place to be late at night.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.
The average sugar mill in 1915 consumed about 11,000 acres of sugar beets
While the last of the Studebaker production buildings were being demolished, I visited again. Here’s a shot taken shortly after the demolition crew left for the day.
My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness.