The upper floors may have been dead to the world, but commerce still thrived in its ground-floor nooks. The Wendell Company sold rubber stamps, as well as what appears to be "naming devices." The street outside is criss-crossed by powerlines for trolley cars, something everyone was glad to be rid of. Until we decided we wanted them back, I guess. No one advocates for those streetlamps, though; they'd probably tempt the rock-throwing ruffian.