"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”
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Jeffrey,
That's old #9's now located on South St.
I've never been in it but firehouses of that era had wooden floors that eventually rotted out, especially in/near the horse stalls.
15's, 16's, and 17's (all on Detroit Avenue) all suffered the same fate, as I recall...
P.S. I did get to use the old brass pole once, but it was at old # 10's on Fassett St.
;-)
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