Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
I had to search the shelves a while to find this old logbook. The open page lists changes in stock numbers for Cutler Hammer Coils, and one row says that a new coil was installed on the black larry. The larry is the machine that loads coke ovens.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
Paperwork in the control room, dated 1958.
In the corner of the foundry, this lunchroom was literally collapsing under one small leak in the roof. Tile by tile the water ate away the ceiling. Note the clock.
Taken in a closet in the middle of the demolished coke ovens. No doubt, these charts were for equipment in the ovens.
In the middle of the foundry, an office is untouched by scrappers, legal and not. Inside, warnings and catalogs for machines that are gone, obsolete, and melted down.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.