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Walkerville, Ontario, circa 1900. "Avenue of rack warehouses, Hiram Walker & Sons." 8x10 inch glass negative, Detroit Publishing Company. View full size.
An infectious disease begins when a microbe enters the body of the victim. The microbe multiplies by growing inside the body. From the microbe’s perspective, the ideal situation is where there are lots of microbes living in the body but the victim is not killed. It seems like the microbe has some kind of evil intention and is determined to destroy the life of the victim, but in reality the microbe has no thoughts or intentions at all.
Alcohol is not a microbe; it is a small molecule. The disease of alcoholism begins when alcohol enters the body of the victim. The alcohol sets up a craving in the body of the victim. Because of this craving the victim drinks more alcohol. The amount of alcohol persists and increases in the body of the victim, not because alcohol grows and multiplies within the body, but because the craving for alcohol causes changes in the behavior of the victim.
[I'll bet you're a riot at cocktail parties. - Dave]
This photo reminds me of the bleakness and isolation from those two movies. I sends a chill down my spine. Very creepy.
Great location for "Metropolis."
D'yer think you could run that elevated whisky main down to my neighborhood?
My God! Many a young person must have been scared straight into a life of crime by the sight of that workplace.
This image is so hauntingly beautiful that it could have been done by
Frances Benjamin Johnston (had she been around doing that sort of
thing then).
This in an excellent photography, and a great historical document rolled into one. Canadian Club is the preferred whiskey in Canada, that is for sure.
I used to work directly across the Detroit River from the Hiram Walker facility, which had a beautiful "Canadian Club" sign in 40' high script letters atop the grain silos. When they were brewing and the wind was right, you'd swear they were burning flophouse mattresses - phew, what a smell!
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