A lone speck of graffiti was all that marked the now defunct guards shack to the Butler Printing & Laminating Facility. At one point in time I would presume, that a pair of security guards sat in this little hut all day long, guarding what lay just beyond the barb-wired fence. (Myself Being stereotypical) they probably sat hours on end, munching on there Krispy Kreme Donuts and letting the occasional commuter through the motorized gates. But why a printing an laminating factory would need a security shack, is a mystery in itself. Perhaps, something much more important once lurked within in the safety of the fenced in building? For the time being I only have these few images to stretch your imagination on what could have possibly been guarded by this here shack.