There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
A bleak double room in what used to be the Receiving Hospital, built apart from the Kirkbride to observe incoming patients before they were placed in a ward.
Can you imagine workers in a food plant smoking on the job today?
An auxiliary crane in the corner of the foundry room.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
Windows provided the 250-some workers with fresh air and light, and helped to keep flour dust from building up in the air, helping to prevent explosions. Today, machines control air flow better without windows, so they were bricked.
The sidewalks are littered with rocks.
Chicago looks in as we look out, for holes and trolls where anything goes.
The altar is gone, but the tile work around it isn’t.