The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
Every fitting label in the stock department was cracked, curled, and blank.
Kansas is known for tornados. Think ‘Wizard of Oz’. That, considered with the fact that the workers were surrounded by bombs and bomb making materials called for lots of earthen shelters, just in case.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
Below the pressure gauges are rows of little pipe fitting drawers.
Global Trading remarked the building in the mid-60s, but far above the door is the old ‘Detroit Shipbuilding’ paint, though it’s faint nowadays.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.