Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
Cobbled walkways followed the assembly lines.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
These stairs were probably removed to discourage scrapping and graffiti. Ask me if it worked.
A stack of flawed casting molds, in the ready position next to where the cupolas sat when the plant closed.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
A squat in the basement of the Temple Opera Block. When the residents were evicted by Duluth Police in 2013, they said their favorite part of living there was that the steam pipes kept it warm all winter long for free.