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*Grumbling as I get out my dictionary*

Dang it Mr. Motts! I just woke up and now you gone and made me think! :D :D

I wonder what it smelled like in here. We have that abandoned apartment house next to us and it smells...musty and mildewy from just sitting without anyone caring for it so I wonder if this place (with much more water damage than the building aforementioned) also has the pervasive smell of mildew and age.

Take that Webster... :D

The first thing that came to my mind was: ew...then I noticed the wood and the gritty-ness of the floor like Lady said and I decided I really like this picture too. :)

Watch your step--zombies may be lurking under all that debris! :D

What is that object lying in the foreground? Looks like a light (SOAP DISPENSER!!!!!!!!) of some sort.

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."
Shakespeare-"As You Like It"
(Yes, I did copy and paste lol)

Look..natural footrest (the pile of debris)...

This is such a cheery picture isn't it? Talk about time and tide taking its toll. Sheesh. It's a shame.

The back wall actually almost looks like it is trees or shrubbery if you look at it fast...giving the illusion that nature is right up there on stage. UGH this makes me want to go clean something now lol.

HEYYYY did someone call my name???

Wow. I am honored to be mentioned! You actually made me smile BKWOntario. :)

It looks like JayJay is scratched under hello...that is what we call our 7 year old son! :D

Lovin that color...at least I don't have a tummy ache anymore. :D

horror you are wrong it is 1 tier you can tell by the fire escape on the right side and 6 tier was on secound level as there were 8 tiers total four on each side i worked there from 1975 till 1994 had some good times there if only those walls could talk damn

I agree with Vince too. My first thought was actually of a den or a work-room for a lawyer or a CPA. That woodwork is absolutely stunning! I would love to know also what was in those boxes lol. :)

Still Motts...wouldn't that freak you out? I would be afraid that the body would slide off of it and land on me...EWWW...

That exit sign just makes this so...creepy and surreal like the morgue was put in here as a second thought or something...

Hmm....PM...PM...

Prick Major? Poopy Mullet?

I think it is something like Private Maintenance or something like that.

Great set as always.

Beautiful

O_o I dont even want to imagine what kind of examination would be done on that chair with those things on the sides to put up your feet on.

Here we are now , entertain us

Noob here. Don't know if I can post a link, so I'll do it the long way. On page 34 of the January 5, 1942 issue of LIFE magazine [if anyone wants to look], there's a picture of a contraption that might be similar to what Claudia and old Lpn have described. It's in the upper right-hand corner of the page.