When I was in high school we would go back to the meat packing plant, quit a bit. We would have to park our cars on the road and then walk back there. I always loved going, not only for the underage drinking and the belief that we were such rebels to be doing such a thing, but that there were so many stories. I never knew that a man had hung himself. I had heard about the boy falling down the elevator shaft. I am kind of glad to know that the building is still sitting back there.