Once through, he led us inside where our eyes had to get accustomed to the dark interior. We followed him down a hallway where on the right a TV flickered and garbled in a dark room where I glimpsed a mattress on the floor and a dim lamp, and then we were walking up stairs. He pulled away metal chairs that had been propped against doors, booby traps in case anyone broke in, which looked to be impossible, and then we walked slowly into the main hall. The boxing ring stood in the middle. Bright sunlight cascaded through high windows highlighting the dusty floor and pigeon droppings. Our man walked over to the far side, closed the shutters, and temporarily the room was plunged into darkness. My eyes had no time to adjust as suddenly the lights above the boxing ring came to life, illuminating a blue padded floor sprinkled with fallen plaster and feathers.
Incidentally, memorabilia from the venue was to be auctioned off earlier this year, including a door autographed by Joe Frazier. The boxing ring itself was thought to fetch $5-7K but it didn't sell. Plans for it to be turned into a restaurant and hotel were replaced with proposals of demolishment and a parking garage but the building and ring still stands and waits...Anyone for a fight?
We cruised around another neighborhood which Melony had seen on a friend's Facebook page and wanted to photograph. It had plenty of murals so sounded quite interesting but I got distracted when we parked very close to a brewery. "Oooh, look, beer!" I cried, casting a sidelong look to Melony, who didn't bat an eyelid or acknowledge this hop filled oasis in any way. So we got out of the car into the blazing heat and pounded the pavements looking at crap which likely a bunch of high 12 year olds had plastered onto walls. most of it was incredibly immature and none of it was great up close. I took a load of photos hoping that by adding some grunge and filters later to them might add some appeal but I failed and so haven't posted any. I walked past the brewery again and stood with shoulders slumped, wistfully wondering if I should just go in anyway and slurp a quick pint while Melony finished her photography, but I knew I wouldn't enjoy my drink under those circumstances so I sorrowfully turned my back on the place and snapped a few more gaudy images.
old viscose plant. I'd last been here 3 years ago, and it's definitely declined since then.