Bottom Box

At this junction where Brewery Creek gets a breath of fresh air stands a kid holding a paintbrush: a Banksy (famous graffiti artist) ripoff.

This used to be one of the office doors, but it’s been removed (apparently without malcontent) and placed in the shop area.

Paint lines were constantly monitored through big windows. Adjustments could be made on the dedicated consoles. This is what most of the painting floor looked like.

A staircase leads behind three of the dock chutes, seemingly to nowhere. The lower on the left held one end of a string of lights above the dock.

A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.

An automatically closing door, in case of fire or flood in the engine compartment.

Somewhere, Bruce Springsteen is playing while an exceedingly furry man tunes his Ford truck in the driveway of a house he built with his bare hands. This is for that person.

See left.

In the grungy control room, I found a little slice that was never graffitied.