Where the workers would rest their feet and clean their plates.
Seating in the former top balcony is now front row for a secondary stage above and behind the main house.
I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
Where staff could sleep.
One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.
Part of the historical hospital was walled off with glass block.
A blue chair in a blue room
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
From the back of the house, looking at a lone chair on stage. From these seats it’s amazing to me that such a giant theater existed out of sight in the middle of downtown.