I brought Abby to dance class armed with my camera the other day. I quietly entered unlocked rooms and saw many familiar places. My camera died before I could really capture everything I saw, but I still brought home some good old janitorial memories. This will only be meaningful to a handful of people, but here goes...
Miss Holkeboer's old classroom, decked out for dance. I hid a message in drop ceiling there once that commented on Chris Buchholz working while sucking on a lollipop. It might still be there.
Miss Holkeboer's old classroom, decked out for dance. I hid a message in drop ceiling there once that commented on Chris Buchholz working while sucking on a lollipop. It might still be there.
Down the "first grade wing" - the old paint job, above the more recent drop ceiling, with appropriate peeling paint, water leakage, and damaged plaster.
The south building boiler room deep sink. I fumbled around in the dark for the light switch hiding under the shelf. I didn't find it until later, but I KNEW it was there. It's still absurdly warm in there too.
Geoff's south building "office," completely empty. This is where we used sledgehammers on the grinder in the dark. I wasn't brave enough to enter "the hole" through the wooden door at the back, as I was fearful of alerting the people working for the church in their office right near the main door to this building. I did see the lower level of the hole, but the pictures were crummy.
The boiler room control panel down the stairs. Loud, damp, and warm down there.
On the wall: the boiler room bunny, which I wouldn't have actively remembered. It felt familiar when I saw it, though.
Finally, the electrical chair storage room, with an expansive coat of white paint, hiding all the ancient messages left by former janitors and those that came long before we did. However...
Peeking out from beneath one of the shelves: STAN IS GOOD!
There are plenty more dance classes to come, so I'll try for more. Remember,"If I'm Ann-Speyered, I'll work asbestos I can."
