The scent of damp moth balls, moldy cheddar and asbestos. After an hour of running the halls with your shirts pulled over your noses, you may begin to feel dizzy or get a relapse of childhood asthma...
Though the demolition date has yet to be announced, I highly suggest a “for last time's sake” tour. Normally, I wouldn’t promote anything illegal, but since the demolition team obviously aren’t keen on historical preservation, a little peek wouldn’t hurt or a snippity-snip with bolt cutters.
With the exception of stray cats, only a lone guard patrols the surroundings & he’s busy studying his audition sides.
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