Even though I made it up, the memory of this place is burned indelibly in my mind. When I was about seven, my mom was scandalized on account of the ol' man allowing me to accompany him to this exotic locale for a little reconnoitering regarding an estimate for some concrete work and possibly some welding. He had been asked by Miss "Dish" as she was known, to maybe build a vault for the considerable proceeds from this shadowy operation, just in case of any attempts at unauthorized withdrawals. My mom wanted to know just exactly how she chose him..."lucky him" as she put it.

A little background on the "Dish" is in order. From what I can gather, Floyd Kreshin came home from Dubya Dubya Two with a bad case of the "traumatics" and it wasn't improved when he discovered his b'loved shacked up with a certain bad actor, name of "Wrecker Walt". They were holed up in this beat down hotel turned "House of Ill-Repute" carrying on a brisk biness. So Floyd lit out for more salubrious surrounds, leaving Alice to her own devices.

Alice being both pretty and able to keep a confidence was nick-named, "Dish" which when combined with Kreshin formed Dishkreshin (discretion). She conveniently became "Miss" again after Floyd beat it outa town, even though she kept his name and probably was still married legal-wise.

Eventually the operation shut down, due to law enforcement niceties and the alleged violation of social mores. Restraint of trade, more like it. Walt used the yard for storing impounded heaps after Alice cleaned out the vault and he had to go back into the towing biness. I remember the smell of smoke and alcohol and perfume that soaked the place even though I visited during off hours...