From the HistoricDetroit.org facebook page.
Colliseum has been demolished
From the HistoricDetroit.org facebook page.
Colliseum has been demolished
I inhaled plenty of cow manure fumes there.
I remember seeing the Shrine Circus there back in my '60s childhood, and it being cold and drafty back then. And of course I remember the ummm... atmosphere there during the State Fair. I must confess though that I didn't realize that that old barn was still standing.
^ A billion here -- a billion there. No worries... it'll all work out and not a problem we're 'told'.........
Demolition of the State Fair Coliseum began in January 2022. What remains is a portion of the building that will be included in a small park where the Coliseum stood. Another waste of historic building.
Having lived in Almont for almost 35 years, I vote pig shit; it has the most sickly sweet smell I've ever smelt. Although, Imlay City in late summer often smelled of open vats of Vlasic pickles curing and a west wind would carry it for miles and let me tell you, it could put you off pickles for a while. It was vile.
I am with Jcole. Pig manure is the worst. My in-laws in Kansas had a pig operation for several years. They sold it off, demolished the shed, and grated the soil underneath. About five years later, when we were visiting from California, our brother-in-law was trenching the site for sewage lines. You could still smell the pigs!
Há Ohio is the pig farmer state,try driving through the rural parts and hold your breath for 100 miles.
One of my chores when I lived on a farm in New England was to clean the pig pen. If you have this job, it means you're the low man on the totem pole. If there's more than one pig pen, it means you've died and gone to hell. The vapors literally can render you unconscious. If that happens, the hogs will eat you. The trick to surviving this chore is to hold your breath while you're in the pig pen -- you've got to work fast.
How about when while you are cleaning the pen they get rambunctious and start bucking like a horse and that slop hits you in the face or pours down over the top of your boots.
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