While none of the photos in this set are labeled or dated, I believe they were all taken on Mackinac Island in Michigan in the late 1960s or early 1970s.

A Schadenfreude fantasy on a damp station platform somewhere in twentieth century England.

The town disapearred every Sunday at dawn. Source And I was the only one who knew it. That Sunday it would be the 10th time... It all used to start on Monday. Normal working day, I used to put on my policeman

Following the recent infrastructure proposal, several thoughtful questions came up in the comments and in community discussions. This post consolidates the responses and addresses the framing gaps that