After a series of relatively short visits - 14 pictures, 15 or so - we’re back to the long slog. As I’ve said before, I never look at these after I clip them. Probably clipped these a year ago or more. No idea what we’re in for, or why I did so many. Could be a lot of bad; good be there’s lots to praise. Let’s open the folder . . .
Well ain’t that America, as the poet said.
They have the sidewalk corner-cut plates with the raised metal nubs, so it looks like some ADA money sloshed through York.
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We must be on the outskirts, moving in.
There was always one of these on the outskirts of downtown. Two bays, brick, Buckaroo Mansard - can’t quite fix the brand.
Okay, now that I think of it, it's probably a Texaco. They had those awful lights for a while.
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Whatever it is now, we know what it was then.
OUMB in the most forbidding style of the day.
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An old dealership, I’d say. The odd windows seem original. The upper floor makes no sense.
Rust stains were the proud sign was once anchored.
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Hold on now - is this then, or now? What year is it?
You decide. Or, I could go back and check, but no: you decide.
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What an oddly underwhelming theater facade.
Marks of an old marquee?
Still playing? Still playing. It’s the Sun, and has a website with absolutely no historical info at all.
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Holy Crow, it’s the most 1968 building EVER
You’d have to be required to smoke Silva Thins and wear English Leather if you went there.
The rare three-name-block building:
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An cum unum adolescens. Est at iusto eligendi. Vidit volumus mel ea, ei has errem ridens maiestatis. Ei sea bonorum concludaturque.
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HAMILTON |
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JOE FRANK |
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Mirrored glass made for striking abstract scenes, but they have a way of alienating everything around them. Don’t look at me! Look at yourself, you stupid loser!
Of course it’s a courthouse.
The "Couldn't be bothered" style of civic architecture.
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The inevitable old hotel.
But was it a hotel? Seems to be offices now. Lacks the telltale second-small-window that used to indicate a bath.
The top indicates a hotel, though; that elaborate balcony for important events.
Lights for a roof deck?
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A perfectly fine nice old bank.
And this is also a bank.
A perfectly fine nice old bank.
And this is also a bank.
As is this.
My point being, we lost a lot when small-town bank architects stopped trying.
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Why yes, it was!
A movie theater, I mean. The old marquee can be seen here, where it’s also reported that “A wind storm toppled the upper portion of the facade in 1993.”
Before there were movies:
The old Opera House. Every self-respecting prairie town had to have one. Quantity of Actual Opera actually enjoyed: quite small.
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We’ll end here, because it seems as if I could go forever.
Rome, eternal. Until the tornados come through, I suppose.
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