Summer Daze

drifting away…
The Marquis wasn’t always crashed. By Buicks. Or curbs at Bilbo’s. It wasn’t always bald, as the vinyl roof got peeled off like it was a meth addict.

Mercury Marquis — Car surfing before it was cool. Nice beer can.

Protected: The One About That Girl at the BK Lounge

Pitcher Street Blues

This is Pitcher Street in Kalamazoo. Once a bustling industrial section, it is slowly giving way to taggers and decay. The closing of Checker left a rotting carcass behind. The east side of the street is a wasteland; the west slowly withers, given over to the relentless taggers, artists and imbecilic juggalos. It’s just a question of who is stronger. the businesses hanging on, or entropy, atrophy and anarchy.

They Don’t Build Them Like That Anymore

This is a Checker Marathon. Below is what remains of their whelping grounds. More “ruin porn” after the jump. Read More

Pitcher Street Paint

Two looks

at a beat up garage full of old school stuff, desks and such.

Parts is parts

This building is outside the fences at the former Checker plant. We don’t know whether it is part of the plant, or some remora-like parts supplier with a prime location. Either way, enjoy the carcass.