Pleasure Beach
 

I stumbled upon the Preservation Photo site from a link here on the Cellar. I love it, I find the pics of deserted places really, really poignant. So where, folks, is Pleasure Beach? and why was it deserted in the (?) eighties??

This seems to explain it:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasure_Beach

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Dude, I think you meant to post that somewhere else.

Shit! that was a link attached to the story about, I think, Boy George and his arrest. Oh well.... talk about thread drift!

Some of those pictures were creepy, as if the occupants had to leave in a hurry. Maybe they couldn't fit everything on the barge, but the open drawers with clothes yanked out just seemed to suggest a hasty exit.

It looks like the location of the movie "Carnival of Lost Souls."

Argh, why are some people so destructive?!
Why, seeing something that poignant would you want to get out a spray can and write your silly little tag on the walls?

I hope in years to come, when those teens have their first house, their first decent car, some little toerag comes along and damages it just because it's there. Hmpf.

Great find Limey.

Very cool site, Limey! It reminds me of a show I've seen on The History Channel...Life After People.

Toerag? Where in hell does that come from? :lol2:

Ummmm... no idea.
Toe rag or toe-rag is more understandable and may even be more correct, but I've seen it written as toerag before.

I can only assume it refers to a rag used to clear detritus from between toes (toe jam as we call it). Which would make it nasty and scummy and low.

It's most used alongside words like dirty or nasty, and almost always with little. A person of no value, of criminal bent.

Practice it in your best English accent, "You dirty little toe-rag!"

I love those pictures. I get a feeling of melancholy about abandoned places, or buildings, or other structures. There is something beautiful about them.

Some may look at those pics and see desertion. I see a hidden history; I wonder about the people who once enjoyed those buildings. Somebody fell in love there, another lost their heart, someone enjoyed an ice cream cone, some child cried because their cone did not hold up to the summer heat. Some time in the spring, the place would come out of hibernation, and the locals would say "Hey, it must be spring, Pleasure Island is open again!"

These places speak to me.

Thanks for the link, limey.

http://www.preservationphoto.com/loc...h/beach163.jpg
IS THAT A PETRIFIED WHALE PENIS!>!>!??!?!>!!11/!?

My God, I think you're right Jim.