48 Comments Posted by Seattle_Dave

I wonder if Posey Van Pelt was related to Lucy and Linus....

No, resr, they're definitely soap dispensers.

Trust us, we're doctors.

It's so sad that we have so little regard for history and beauty that we allow places like this to slip away. Thank you, Motts, for preserving these images.

Hmm. Credibility much?

More than meets the eye.

My dad always used to say "Bars and locks only keep out the honest thieves." By which he meant if someone really wants to get into a place, they will, no matter how you secure it.

This proves him right. Again. (Dammit.)

I'm sure standard stall widths have increased along with standard chair sizes as we Americans have...um...increased in girth.

A cafe in my hometown dates to the 1920s and still has the original wooden swivel-chair seating at the counter. The seats are tiny compared to what we're used to today.

Ditto what Autumn said. =(

Look at those beautiful stair rails. They'd never meet today's building codes; a toddler could easily fall through them. Artistically, it's sad; from a practical point of view I guess it's a good thing "they don't build 'em like they used to."

ack, me too! I was the handyman for a sorority for many years, and one of my jobs was keeping the drains clear on the flat roof sections. It's an ongoing battle. They always clog again, and the results can easily be catastrophic.

Whoa.

Cool.

Not just hot, but steamy too. I washed dishes in college, and working in that steam all the time put an end to the acne I still had.

I understand how medical equipment originally costing thousands of dollars can be left behind in these abandoned buildings, because it's obsolete and not worth the expense of moving it. But it always amazes me to see Mott's pics of food service equipment like this that's rusting away in boarded-up buildings. Any city of any size has numerous businesses that deal in used restaurant equipment; commercial food service equipment lasts forever and sells for plenty of money. Used commercial dishwashers, for instance, sell for thousands of dollars, and machines 20, 30, 40 years old are still in use all over the place.

Seriously, how old are we, six? Can't most adults healthy enough to explore an abandoned building also control their bowels?

Graffiti always makes me wonder why such people have such a screaming need to make their presence known to all who come after. What deeply-rooted insecurity makes it impossible for them to pass through a place without making their mark? Why is it so necessary to be noticed?