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Now I want some, thanks Motts.

Awesome shot.. nice for wallpaper!

Yeah the city uses giant tractors to mow the large swaths of grass from all the abandoned lots (where everyone used to have a lawn); not much attention to detail happens there, as there are so many of them.

Thanks for sharing your memories! Unfortunately I do not have a photo of the payphone, pretty much everything I shot is up in this photo set.

The removed comments are... removed! Gone forever, and good riddance. I won't be slandered on my own website by an anonymous and hateful stalker.

I remember this sight so freaking well

I wonder if Motts got a photo of the pay phone which was found down a staircase off this hall. It was the only public phone in the place and often had a line of guests waiting for their opportunity to call out.

I am thinking my room was on the right there during the summer of '81. Susan's first comment reflects my experience. Busboys and waiters at the Concord had to work a shift for each meal with a break in between. The day started at 6am with breakfast set-up and ended near 8:30pm after dinner clean-up. Seemed each day of the week we had a different local joint to party at until usually around 1am. We definately burnt the candle at all ends. But the money was good, mostly from guest tips.

I was kinda hoping to see my records in the photos. Though, I was there in '81. Susan, you can offer a fresh perspective on what it was like there. Those capturing the elements and those taking some interest are keeping alive something that exists no more. I thank them for it and encourage them to learn more about the magnificent history of this treasure.

I lived there the summer of '81. At this point the hotel was a boarding house for those like me working the busy season at the large resorts in the area like the Concord. A claim the Heiden could make in its heyday was 'running water' in the rooms - which meant a sink in your 10' x 12' room and the bath down the hall. Many of the guests were college students getting a start on life and the halls were filled with fun and a kindred respect for the hard work and partying we all fit in to the limited hours in the day. This resort had a great run and appeared to be managed with care. While it is easy to see the wrinkles on the surface of this elder lady, look beyond and capture the beauty of a life well lived.

Lol

Where's the removed comments? The conversation sounds schizophrenic without them filling the gaps.

It was truly exciting when Sands declared their intentions for the place and when they decided to use the old ore crane to hang their sign from, making it the first thing people see when coming onto the property. Even the city became heavily involved in protecting the old steel works, that almost never happens. Lets just hope that the Wind Creek tribe continues the preservation efforts now that they will own the Sands

What a sad ending for an ancient town.

A stylish old-time chair with natural coating. Should be the ones that are not too comfortable to sit in. :)