Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
The last trace of Mitchell, Minnesota is a pile of cans on the side of the main street, Mitchell Avenue. These will be recognizable for another century or so, for future history-minded explorers.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
Behind the factory was an old truck, blocked in by overgrown trees on one side and the buildings on the other.
A reminder on the Gilman union board not to buy Coors beer. Read more here: http://www.cpr.org/news/story/coors-boycott-when-beer-can-signaled-your-politics