Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
Goals for 1980, still tacked onto the wall.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.
The machine stood the Atlas missile up vertically over the blast pit, launching position, once the roof opened.
Looking from the shaft room into the room where an electric hoist would be.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.
Outside the locker room without the sandwiches and beer… plenty of glass shards, though, if you feel like it.
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