Or, if you wish, Lickville.
"The community derives its name from Nathan and Daniel Morgan Boone, who were the sons of Daniel Boone and established their salt business near the community in the early 1800s, delivering their product from salt licks to St. Louis. The area has been called "Boone's Lick" and the route from the lick to St. Charles/St. Louis, Missouri is called the Boone's Lick Trail."
Eight thousand, three hundred souls. Let's start.
I suspect it was a decommissioned gummint building that the Masons took over.
Of course, the Masons took over the gummint a long time ago, you know.
Like an old tall bony blind man who stands on the street corner and tells strangers to repent.
Did it lose something in a storm?
Another decommissioned gummint building?
Ah: upon close examination, it appears to be the immigration office for Munchkins.
"Well, there was an argument between the church’s two most prominent families, and they fell out. When the new church was built, it had to work around their intense mutual dislike.”
“Well, there was an argument between the International Order of Oddfellows two most prominent members, and they fell out. When the new church was built, it had to work around their intense mutual dislike.”
"Once a year, the sirens blow, and a man comes out of the door, looks around, then goes back in.”
Ah, I see now. It’s attached to this.
It’s like the architectural version of a car door blown off by another vehicle:
On any vacant lot covered with grass, you'll get an infestation of small John Deeres. They just show up and stay unless you spray.
I always wonder if they had a member named Monty.
The order has over 2,000 lodges in the United States and around the world, with a total membership of over 50,000 in 2003.
A rare old perpendicular sign.
They have to say "Shoes" plural, or people think they sell singles.
OUMB, with two different architects: one for the ground floor, one for the second. They did not work together, but occasionally had vague phone conversations about what they were up to.
A decommissioned bank turned into a gummint building, if I had to say.
“I tell you, it’s my building, and I’m paying for it, and if I want one room to be done entirely like an ocean liner stateroom, then that’s what I’m going to get”
Assertions that aged like milk:
One building for tall people, one for those who preferred to stoop.
Handsome building - and note howthey centered the entrance t0 the second floor. Always looks better than putting it off to the side.
Ancient palimpsest for a harness shop; everyone involved long gone, of course.
I found a genealogy page that said the elder Durr was a member of the Knights of Pythias.
It's like Scotty screwed up the transporter coordinates.
A battered old bird, grateful for the mask of the tree:
Sounds like a Marvel comic "Where Monsters Dwell" creature. I believe it was this fellow.
Imagine its original state, its facade almost completely glass, glowing at twilight in the winter months.
Hard, but possible.
There are more than a few careworn old citizens in town.
The third floor DOES NOT NEED AS MUCH LIGHT OR AIR.
10 to 1 it was a car dealership, right?
Finally, a civic building that’s more than two floors high:
Nothing special, but sober and self-contained. Built for the ages.
May it stand forever.