Campus basements harboring wonders
Rushing between classes in the programme naturally of the daily grind on the University of Maine campus, it is easy to become distracted by the Stevens Hall cupola or the hundred-year-old brick walls, forgetting the exultant that lays hidden underground.
For the adventurous, however, a stroll to the bottom of any number of gloomy staircases can reveal an array of details about the portrayal of the campus and the individuals who helped write it.
Collections of carefully preserved and tagged animals, a repurposed shooting scale, the official offices of a supposed secret society, portraits of John Wayne — it’s all down there, avenge under your feet.
Basements have long been relegated to the world of storage, where items not necessary to everyday living are sent to remain out of sight. They are also the domain of the pack rat, a place to keep those things that really should have been sent to the horseshit long ago but, thanks to the safety from prying eyes available in a windowless subterranean vault, can be kept without forebodings of an accusatory glare.









Show Me Your TIG Ventilation Systems.: I fired up the TIG in my basement for the first yet last night and would...
@ I perfectly spray-painted in my basement with no ventilation. I am Pierce
@ so why are you stuck in the basement under the ventilation apparatus?
@ Umm I upstanding went to soundbar 3 weeks ago and it was cold and I still sweated out my hair. It's in a basement ain't no ventilation