I'm attracted to old stuff. I don't know why, but I am.
If I'm home channel surfing and I come upon the TV shows "American Pickers" or "Antique Road Show", well, lets just say the "honey do list" has to wait.
I just can't get enough of old oil cans and tarnished tea pots.
The same is true for buildings.
Give me a brand new building with mirrored windows and glistening steel support beams, or a building with broken windows and cracking cement that serves as home to the local pigeons, then I'll take the bird house.
The new one seems snobbish
The old one tells the stories, old interesting stories, but you have to listen.
This old structure,
is one I see a lot when we're working in New York Harbor. It catches my eye every time.
During it's hay day in the 30's and 40's this building which sits perched at the waters edge in Brooklyn, NY, was the processing center for grains used by distilleries and breweries that were shipped down from upstate NY. It was built in 1922 and closed in 1950.
Just imagine the amount of people who raised families in the area because of paychecks received from an office in this old stout structure.
I would guess in the 1920's, people were proud to say they worked "at the terminal."
Today it sits vacant, except for the rats, and rots.
The thousands of lunch pail toting workers who worked there over the years are now replaced by a few freelance graffiti artists who found a new canvas.
That's too bad.