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After an exhaustive search for facilities to house our administrative staff, Pharmapseudocal.com chose to locate its Headquarters in Plano, Illinois alongside some of our brothers from the Kendall County Swahili Institute who had been leasing space in the basement. Being a clearly well-seasoned (old) building, we became curious about the history of the old Plano Hotel. Our exquisite realtor had told us the building was completed in 1868, ran as a hotel for 75 years, then turned into apartments which were abandoned in the 1990s, but didn’t know much detail beyond that.

In the meantime, we were treated to an absolutely blank slate on the inside. The Swahili guys had one corner of the basement sectioned off with a few chairs, a chalkboard, and a surprisingly nice 75″ TV, but the first and second floors were just floors. A few ideas for how to lay out the space were bandied about, and the design we ultimately ran with was largely completed by the Administrative Staff themselves. The remodel has been generously described as “clearly unplanned and half-assed,” “suspect in engineering and absent any sort of concept,” as well as, “An insult to the historic building and downtown setting.” 

Conveniently, Plano’s top-notch library is right around the corner, so as we grew more curious about the history of our building we didn’t have far to go to look for answers. Discovering newspapers from as far back as the 1850s, including every issue of the legendary Kendall County Record for which the great writer, Tony Scott, scribed for many years, we were uncovering nuggets of dense, meaty importance and relevance. We found many reports of the various visitors who stayed at the old Plano Hotel, the most written about from July of 1889. A man named Tom Weeks, en route to Yankton, SD, regaled diners in the lounge with stories of having ridden a train with Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain) between Cleveland and Chicago some time during the previous autumn. 

During the final week of what, colored by multiple 30-packs of Busch Light, we called our “Hammer Swinging Wing Ding,” someone (whom we are trying to forget) from accounting regained consciousness in the basement. Scattered around her on the floor was a variety of brass and copper elements that, from her pictures, might appropriately be termed “Steampunk.” Despite the shame for her grievous breech of The Swahili Institute’s basement space, after a couple Busch Lights she was plenty comfortable enough to text Ambokile, their social media guy.  

During the final week of what, colored by multiple 30-packs of Busch Light, we called our “Hammer Swinging Wing Ding,” someone (whom we are trying to forget) from accounting regained consciousness in the basement. Scattered around her on the floor was a variety of brass and copper elements that, from her pictures, might appropriately be termed “Steampunk.” Despite the shame for her grievous breech of The Swahili Institute’s basement space, after a couple Busch Lights she was plenty comfortable enough to text Ambokile, their social media guy.  

He referred us to Aaron, one of the Plano natives who regularly shows up to play poker in the basement, and the guy who had originally taken the object apart. He was under the impression it was a broken vacuum cleaner, and had it fully disassembled before he realized there is no motor. Stumped and uncommitted, he let us take the parts upstairs.

After watching us clumsily fumble with the pieces over the next day or two, Erevu, Aaron, and Clint showed up with some surprisingly refreshing Swahili Beer, and we got to work on the puzzle that lay before us. In due time, before any of us (Except Aaron) were 6 Tuskers deep we had rebuilt the machine. One side was stamped Schultz & Goebel Wien, and the other side was stamped with the well-recognized Sears branding. What we had was fascinating, but answers were in painfully short supply.  

Following a month of running down leads, the Administrative Staff was forced to shift its focus to opening our new Pharmapseudocal.com Labs. However, fate and serendipity had other plans and we’d soon be forced to take on an exhaustive study of Illinois and its history that showed a different way the state is connected.  

For more, see the page we’ve created about Illinois’ Forgotten Tubes.

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