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"THE DRAMA CONTINUES LONG AFTER
THE FINAL CURTAIN CALL"
COSMOPOLITAN HOTEL, BELMONT, NEVADA
This photograph of the Cosmopolitan Hotel was taken in the early 1970s.
As it too often happens, some guys, overcome by
their testosterone, destroyed the building just for the hell of it
about ten years after I took the photograph.
I’ve often wondered how much money those individuals would have wanted,
to do the same work, if someone had hired them to trash this piece of
American history. I'll bet it would probably have taken more than minimum wage
to even interest them.
Up until the silver mines closed in 1905 and the population drifted
away, the Cosmopolitan was probably the best place a traveler could come
for a drink, a night’s relaxation and whatever entertainment could be arranged
in a landscape of vast desert valleys and mountains that still seem
to go on forever.
For that small segment of time, at least, the Cosmopolitan was indeed
the opposite of loneliness.
Do thoughts like these ever cross the minds of males who, because they
subconsciously doubt it, need to prove they are men?
"GHOST TOWN CURB APPEAL"
BODIE, CALIFORNIA
There are roughly three kinds of Ghost Towns.
Those preserved by national, state or local governments as public
trusts,
Those that have been bought up and resettled by private individuals,
technically making them post ghost towns,
And places where there used to be a ghost town. See the Cosmopolitan
story above.
The reason Bodie is the quintessential American ghost town is that
gradually as the mines played out, one hold-out resident kept buying up the town
as people left. Before he died, he deeded the whole place to the State of
California with the stipulation that it remain an historic park. It survives
now, thanks to continuous maintenance in a state of arrested decay.
Thank you, James Cain, his family
and the
State of California.
“MIRRORS OF SILENCE, WINDOWS OF MEMORY,"
BODIE HOTEL, MONO COUNTY, CALIFORNIA
In June 2002, 30 years after the "Curb Appeal, "image was taken, the thriller novelist, Gary Braver, and I came to Bodie, me to reconnect with the West in my blood, him to fill his creative mind with a broader experience to inspire his craft.
I was delighted that the natural decay had been arrested and locked up so well that it looked like no time had passed since 1972.
Sometimes governments can do stuff real well.