The story of this hall
This hall goes nowhere. That is the point. Between 1888 and 1897 a stray terrier named Owney slept on the mail bags of the Albany post office, then followed the bags onto the trains, and then simply kept going - over 100,000 miles of Railway Mail Service track, and once around the world. The clerks called him good luck: no train that carried him ever wrecked. At every stop, a post office fastened a tag to his collar to say HE WAS HERE - brass, leather, tin, more than a thousand in all, until the clerks sewed him a jacket to carry the weight. Each tag on these walls is one visit, one town, one hand reaching down to a dog who belonged to everyone and no one. Like Owney's route, this corridor has no destination. When you have seen the tags, you turn around and go back the way you came - which is what he never did.
1888–1897