Every year my family meets at Diamond Lake in southern Michigan for a family reunion. We rent a nice house that is modern and comfortable. But in the basement lurks something from another time. Down a flight of wooden stairs, below sagging ceiling panels, and filled with the aroma of millions of mold spores, is a bar straight outta 1975, complete with wood paneling and vinyl covered stools. It's my favorite part of the house. If I could transport any room in the world into my apartment, it very well could be that one. I've taken some of the best pictures in there. It's horribly lit, which somehow doesn't matter because the ceiling is so low that the lights are right above your head. Here are the pictures. I hope you enjoy them.
They remind me of one of my favorite movies, Bufflao '66. Maybe that's why I like these pictures so much.