Remembering Getting Kicked Out Of The Prison/Reformatory: Earlier this month, I rode the redhead onto some grounds, shown below. Some years earlier, I had parked the bike in the same spot and started to walk towards the interesting old building shown below. Behind me was an old, ramshackle farm house. The sign on the old house said "Administration Building" and I didn't get 100 feet away when some woman burst out the door and started chasing me yelling "get out of here". Trying to convince here I was just a harmless photographer didn't work. I think she was convinced I was up to no good so I left. This time, the place was totally deserted. Being short on time, I just took the pic below and then rode off. That was then and now the place is deserted. On the register of historic places, it was once both a reformatory (i.e., the Industrial School For Girls) and a low-security prison. What does an 1850s reformatory and prison look like? We rode back several days ago for a better look. This to follow.