Going To The Chapel & Gonna Get Blasted

July 7th, 2008 @ 12:28 am by Cliffe | Sorted Vintage Ads |
This ad certainly brought back some memories for me.
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I suppose you could say memories of cherished relationships, but not necessarily ” sacred.
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” They were memories of living on Capitol Hill a couple years ago just a few blocks away from this building.
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Of course, now it’s a hip bar. Maybe that’ s why my memorie
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s of it are hazy rather than sacred.
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It is a fun place to go to on a Friday night — the music usually isn’t bad and the interior is quite a sight. Check out the ad from the 1928 Argus, when it was The Butterworth Mortuary. I’d say this is one of the more creative adaptive re-use projects in the city. If not for the dry cleaning leakage, Deano’s could have taken a cue.
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The Butterworth Mortuary. The Season of Christmastide suggests sacred memories of cherished relationships. The Argus. Dec. 15, 1928. Price 35 cents. Vol. 35, No. 48.

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