Woonsocket, Rhode Island is an old mill town, just across the border from my home town of Bellingham, Massachusetts. Home for a niece’s graduation, having my camera, I spent some time finding a way to break into one of the old mills. I was successful.
The mill was familiar to me. I’d worked as a cook at a local Dunkin’ Donuts during high school. I was willing to work the swing shift, and old mill workers would stop by for a coffee before or after work. I was a shy and awkward 16-year-old. The guys (and some of the gals) would tease me, and once they sent prostitute back into the kitchen, pre-paid. I was horrified and sent her away, mumbling something about health codes, though I do remember her being fairly cute. Sigh.
The dog was there, sitting in the middle of an empty floor. He didn’t seem to mind my passing through.