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that is a killer picture!!!!!

In the 70s there were still some of the tattered signal flags there, they had one piece bronze hooks, call admiralty snaps thet hooked the flags together to send a message, you had to turn them 90 degrees to each other the hook them together, I think a Navy skivvy waver would know what I mean.

Mr. Motts, can you tell me the difference between a Asylum and a Sanatorium, ( I hope that is not a stupid question) thanks Renee

Hi Geekspeek, I use to roam the yard back in the 70s when the boats were easy to identify and there were a lot more of them. You could walk from the land to the far end of the yard just going boat to boat. The silt there is about 10 feet deep, if you ever fell in you would be a goner. I once pushed a plank into the mud and it went in about 10 feet before it hit any resistance. It was a very dangerous, but interesting place!

Hey Ed, if you want more info on the North Bend boat let me know.

These are Pennsylvania RR tugs, I think the CHESTER and OLEAN, inboard of these were the WILMINGTON an HARRISBURG.

Johnny Mac: wow, that is a long time and what do you mean by " I loved my lost souls" I am not sure what you mean by that? thanks Renee

Actually it was originally an inebriate asylum. More info can be found here: http://www.opacity.us/...o_state_hospital.htm

I can't tell how old this building is, but it might be that it didn't have electricity when it was built and the conduit is a retrofit. It is rather difficult if not impossible to run power inside of a brick wall, you'd have to put up a frame wall inside of it to hide the wiring. Conduit is easier and cheaper. It is probably safer too. It would take some serious strenght to rip that galvanized steel conduit off the wall and get inside of it.

So did this place start life as a TB sanitarium as well?

yea, my son is in the hospital at least a week once or twice a year with pnemonia due to lung trouble, and hes stuck in one of these the whole time. its miserable, makes me feel bad.

Worked there for an extroadinary 14 year. It was a second home and I knew it like the back of my hand. I worked 10 years nights, so I had time to explore every nook and cranny. I was part the the developing restless spirits, part and parcel. We communicated on so many levels that I couldn't begin to tell you the ways. In the end I can tell you I loved my lost souls and accept guilt of things I could have done but didn't. I sort of when

I love this set, i def think you should do more figurative stuff.

the word is love

I looked at this photo long and hard. Peeling paint, needs a paint job and the word, uh?