http://www.woodwardsdistrict.com/documents/24hours091806.pdf
Oh, by the way Storyeum has 104,000 square feet of space:
from this website:
http://www.doubledaredesign.ca/Storyeum.htm
Just for your information, a 2-person tent has 32 square feet…you do the math….
allow a little extra space to walk around
Once upon a time in America there was a man named Andrew Carnegie, and he used to give people jobs. Lots and lots of jobs. Carnegie had so many jobs to give out that people were amazed. Andrew had a friend whom he went into business with. His name was Henry Clay Frick and he used to like to shoot the workers that they both owned. Any time they would complain that they weren’t getting enough money Henry Clay Frick would get out his gun and send his goons to stop the workers from whining. All this whining about money. It just about drove Henry nuts.
Both boys worked in the steel industry. At least they said they did. Actually mostly what they did was talk and push pencils and send telegrams. In those days people were trying to make it rich. And they had various ways of doing this. Although it was hard, they would go up to rich people and tell them that they could get even richer. This was basically their job. They would tell their rich friends that they could make more money by doing it for less. Well, how would this be done? They would join up this company with that and make it so you could not get into the game. Also they would remove some of the take-home pay of the minimum wage workers.
The poor workers objected. Although it was the other guy that suggested shooting protesters, Carnegie supported him in shutting down the strike. The Pinkerton Detective Agency characters had been brought in to squash the horrible strike that occurred.
Henry Clay Frick brought in workers to replace the ones who had not wanted their pay cut. Later the company continued the daily grind by bringing in immigrants workers.
Afer a falling out that started during this strike, Frick sent a message to Carnegie informing him he’d see him in hell, “where we are both going.”
Later Mr. Carnegie took to becoming a charitable donor to almost every Tom, Dick and Harry on the planet. He made himself look like the greatest thing since sliced cheese. One could say Andy became a bloody philanthropist.
They called Andrew Carnegie shrewd and one can observe his spirit in his projects even today. Like he donated 50 grand to get the Carnegie Library started in Vancouver.
Carnegie became just too good to be true. Everyone was praising him. Even today we still praise his projects and achievements.
They say it would have taken almost 4000 men’s wages to earn the amount Andrew Carnegie made. Some say he was the second richest man in the world at the time. Today we honour him through the building and politics of the Carnegie Center where workers get 2 food tickets an hour to volunteer. If they work a 4 hour shift they can afford to buy dinner. Don’t ask to see the food you will be served. Security will be called and you could be barred from the building. This happened to a fellow who “didn’t know the ropes.” The Carnegie Center willingly pays out millions of dollars a year to put on The Heart of the City Festival, but the poor who use the Center are not permitted to benefit from it. The festival claims to be helping them gain acting and performing skills. One could say it’s a moving experience. Healthy and even thick contracts are dished out to people and organizations that come back year after year for the same hand-outs while Carnegie regulars, patrons, are not permitted to beg for cigarettes and money anywhere in the building. Also no one is permitted to make any money off Carnegie Center, so they say. But they are really referring to the poor whom these organizations serve. People who speak out against these policies are rebuked, suspected of subterfuge and watched.
Check out this year’s festival at: http://www.heartofthecityfestival.com
Also check out the book: “Meet You in Hell: Andrew Carnegie, Henry Clay Frick and the Bitter Partnership That Transformed America” by Les Standiford published in 2005.
