An Open Door

Climbing out of a blasted-out industrial site in Detroit one day, a friend and I noticed a small garage-like space in an alley across the way. The rear entrance had no door, and it was only partially blocked by a small mountain of garbage someone had dumped in the threshold. I expected the interior to be like 95% of wide open abandoned places in the city: trashed, burned, full of garbage and not very interesting... but it probably couldn't hurt to take a peek. I listened at the entrance for a minute, and not hearing anyone inside, decided to poke my head in. A black and rusty smoke stack rose from the dusty darkness, and spiderweb shadows from ancient wheel spokes danced along the back wall as I scanned the room with my flashlight. We had discovered something pretty unique in this town.