Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
The shaft house, where hydraulic steel doors allowed or denied entry into the mine shaft. Overhead is a light and alarm. If it sounds, the mine is being evacuated, and you best not go in and best stay the hell out of the way. Locals dump tires here, now.
The view from the larry, looking out at the overgrowing coke oven top. Papers listed the order of the charges for each oven, noting the sticky doors and persistent leaks. Emergency respirators and rescue gear was stored close, as long exposure to emissions from the rusty hatches could make worker pass out on the top of the ovens.
A long tunnel stretches toward the Mississippi. Was this the route Model Ts took on their way to waiting barges?
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.