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The Guts



This article caught my attention this morning:

http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20150602-crossrail-the-monster-tunnelling-under-london-streets

I'm fascinated by the phenomenon of hidden places, of secret and forbidden places, and the guts of a city or community or even building.

When I was at BYU (lo, these many years ago!) I used to hang out in the HFAC. Down in the bowels of the building was an ice cream sandwich machine. I first came to know about it when I was at a concert with my cousin Jeremy who knew of it's location. I'm not sure how it came to be there, or how it experienced enough traffic to continue its existence, but there it was. I wonder if it's still there...


Dang. Now I want an ice cream sandwich.

Comments

lillysmum said…
Oh, I'm familiar with that vending machine. It got plenty of traffic, honestly. Those of us who lived in the bowels of the HFAC used it often.
I love the guts of a city. I LOVE the abandoned tube stations in London and the things they find when they dig about. It was fascinating when they repaved South Temple in SLC, because of all the interesting detritus they found of the old city.
June 3, 2015 at 8:31 PM
Bill Cobabe said…
Detritus is a good word
June 3, 2015 at 9:02 PM
lillysmum said…
Isn't it, though?
June 3, 2015 at 10:07 PM
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