This compound is an abandoned and semi-abandoned downtown treasure. (I think it's in the downtown? Or near it? It's hard to tell where downtown starts or ends when nobody's around.)
Today's subject: The onetime sight of the Lincoln Theatre, Pharmacy, Barber Shop, and Wash-In (I think that's what the last phrase says? Is a "wash-in" a Laundromat?)
The coolest sight was the theatre. Evidence suggests it was operational until recently and might still be available for events. You know, like the Pace hair styling place that's apparently open by appointment only?
Here's the ticket booth, where you can still find the LED display and telephone.
Here's the snack bar.
Here's where they left a few snacks for the rodents.
And now the barber shop, which apparently you can still get a haircut by appointment if you call Floyd the Barber, a title he shares with a Nirvana song.
Floyd runs a tight ship: proper attire required, no soliciting, and no credit allowed.
However, sweeping up cut hair, throwing away Popeye's Chicken bags and drink containers, and landing garbage in the bin are apparently not part of his repetoire.
Oh, Floyd. That's just gross.