Quatro ConcreteJune 24th, 2011 by Bad Guy Joe
There's not really a lot I want to say about this place, in part because the property is owned by a family in the concrete business (the media alledges mob ties, as they do with every family in the concrete business in NYC). The other part is because frankly, I don't know the full history - which seems a little deeper than I've had time to research.
One of our minions down at the research department was surfing satellite images and raised questions as to what the hell this place was. It seemed abandoned enough, so it made it onto the to-do list and was picked up along with a few others in the immediate area.
Upon arrival, there's zero people around, and that's not surprising - because there's really nothing else around here. Making our way over concrete blocks and aggregate mountains, eventually we slide down into a lot full of rusting old machines. This stuff hasn't seen any action in decades.
Making out way forward we go towards the real target - a huge abandoned warehouse style building. Having read the report on this dump, My personal assumption would be that it would be empty and boring. Boy was I happily wrong.
Instead we found a large supply of old cement mixers and related parts - and a clue to this buildings deeper history. The windows - the ones still in place that is - are painted in a crazy mix of colors. High on one wall is a painting of kids playing basketball. At the far end of the building, a basketball hoop hangs high. Clearly, this place was once a gym. But for who? and when? There's no schools over here, or churches, or anything else, for that matter.
Upstairs we find a row of battered ancient filing cabinets. All are empty. There's a touch of graffiti, dating back to the 1980s - a very rare archaeological find considering how little original graffiti exists today.
On a desk in the corner is an address book - all hand written. In it there's not just names of business contacts, but where the owner of this book met said people. It seems to be the address book of the owner of the cement company. Curiously I thumb through it looking for older relatives of people I that might have ended up in a book like this - though sadly it seems they never crossed pathes. (Would have been a pretty amazing find on a personal level if there was a connection).
Satisified we had seen it all and shot everything worth shooting, it was off to the next location. Someday we'll get around to getting the exact history of this place - but definitely not today. It's bright and warm out, and there's the ever present to-do list, with 4 more spots to hit before day's end. Such is the weekend grind around here - and so it goes.