As I turn back, at three o'clock you will see the old World Wide Towers. The building has been neglected and therefore condemned by the city to make way for a new pulp making industry, to feed Oakdale's growing need for tons of paper. A few blocks away from the Towers, stands a mall, which has been closed down for lack of customers. Barbara Ryan must be selling clothes out of a mail order catalog. As I pass over the water, to the left you can see what remains of the Yacht Club.
Mildew covers the patio furniture, and the pool is rusted over.
People would come here to gander at the beautiful waitresses, beauties like Julie, Courtney, and the like. The clientele now frequent Al's Diner for its ambience and good cheer. Beyond the Yacht Club, just two hundred feet or so from the pier, thru the murky water, you will see the outline of what was once the Valleta. And by no means, ever have a picnic there, you'll never get to finish eating the goodies. Beware of the mist which enshrouds the area, evil lurks there.