Owen’s sent in this picture of what used to be the Downer Club, noting the sign is all that now remains.
I really miss the observatory. It used to make for a sensational date, dinner at one of Dickson’s fancier restaurants and then gaze into the secrets of the cosmos.
Any girl who didn’t melt at that was, well, not right for me.
But we’ve only got room in this town for poker machines and apartments these days (and not enough apartments at that).