Tricity...

Ever since our first trip here, this has been one of my favorite places to practice our art form.
Like everywhere else that we make return visits to,
this place is constantly evolving and changing.
The first time we visited here was almost two years ago.
The place looked like you could flip a switch and start generating electric.
Since then over two million dollars of "Super Fund" moneys have been spent on hazardous material abatement.
Over 300,000 linear feet of asbestos has been removed(hey guys you missed a shit load).
Over 150,000 gallons of "contaminated or hazardous" liquids have been removed(you missed a bunch of that too).
And over 700 pounds of mercury was taken out of the place as well.
The EPA report also states that you built a "containment wall" between the steam generation areas, and the turbine room.
Well, your wall ain't containing shit.
It took about 10 minutes to find a way from the boiler rooms into the turbine room...
Nice "containment wall".
I'm sure it made the place safer to get all of that crap out of the building,
but just how safe is the place if your barbed wire fences are falling on people...

Shrinking student body...

Where have all the good times gone?...

Three weeks since my last post...
A week of being as sick as I've ever been(physically)...
Two funerals...
Financial anomalies...
Increasing domestic unrest...

I needed to have some fucking fun. This place brought back nothing but great memories of childhood and teen years. Going there first when we were kids for the rides, then as teens for the rides, the girls, and smokin whatever ya brought on the picnic grove or in the woods. Midnight cruises with WRIF. I even had the chance to take both of my daughters before it closed. Good times.
More good times yesterday.
Good friends hoofin it in the rain,
Being watched by the weird guy in the employee lunch room enjoying his Snickers,
Asses in the wind with no means of cover what so ever.
Dark enough to see the head lights on a distant truck, light enough to see that it was a scurity truck. And yes it's scurity, not security.
Standing at the railroad tracks full of trepidation...
The seasoned vet and the rookie simultaneously said
"Fuck it, let's do it"
It was on. No turning back.
Props to whoever left the lights on for us.