Back in tha day, I would have (and did) things like this in a private entry, but I doubt anyone remembers the password anymore. I'm not even sure if I do. But, since most of my readers are either from a completely different part of the continent, or are from this area and are already well aware of Cracktown's true identity... well, I might as well just share them openly. I'll likely delete this all later anyway. Pictures take up a lot of room.
Too lazy to resize the pictures to fit in this frame, so click on the links... opens in new window... blah blah blah.
No longer a practical building, but an interesting one nonetheless.
A well kept little area right next to the massive amounts of chaos.
Because apparently sometimes people living on islands occasionally want to leave.
Yeah, good times downtown. I walked around, took pictures, did some grocery shopping, ate a lunch of grease, and went to the library. I didn't take a picture of this, but something was happening where a bunch of cops in cars, a couple of cops on bikes (good god, I love policemen on bicycles, I really do) and a police dog were doing... I dunno, something. It looked important. I didn't think it would be right for me to stand there and stare, though. Good times all around. Rarely do I seem to be able to go downtown without seeing a bunch of cops doing something that catches my eye.
And now I'm off to decide what I'm going to do with the rest of my day.