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From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
Elevator B, used by a local farmer, stands behind an old farm truck at the edge of town.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
Parking strictly forbidden. A sign in front of Cheratte’s former truck shops.
Barrels were prepared across the street, then moved across the road with a special conveyor, seen crashed here. This is down the road from Old Taylor, and was probably a part of the Old Crow operation.
Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.