"Like there," Clottey said, pointing to a dilapidated parking lot.
Locals had told me that Calhoun Street was the place to be on campus, but what I found there were several drab and uninspired blocks with lots of abandoned, boarded-up buildings, including a dilapidated parking deck and what appeared to be a shuttered fast food joint.
The G-Mex center or the Manchester Central Convention Complex as it's now officially called once a rail link to St. Pancras known as Manchester Central, was little more than a dilapidated parking lot.
The letter was a well-deserved tribute to the program's approximately 40,000 volunteers, who receive a $4,725 educational stipend in exchange for an intensive year performing valuable work like cleaning up dilapidated parks, tutoring at-risk children and helping communities to recover from natural disasters.
Three years ago in that area, the dilapidated Park Street Flats were renovated and 10 units of below-market-rate ownership housing created.
The street dead-ended at City College, so they cut across it, then bushwhacked down through a dilapidated park to St . Nicholas Avenue where 133rd Street began again — the Swing Street leg.
With Mrs. Drexel enthusiastically leading the fund-raising to preserve the dilapidated park, it may soon be Newport's next big tourist attraction, along with the city's Gilded Age houses and The Tennis Hall of Fame.
Ms. Cooper is credited with turning around a dilapidated 1,255-acre 1,255-acrewas the site of the World's Fair in 1939 and 1964.
Eight months after Katrina struck, O'Donnell paid a visit to the Gulf Coast and was shocked to find that 1,700 people, many of them elderly or children, were still crammed in a festering, dilapidated trailer park known as Renaissance Village outside Baton Rouge, where O'Donnell's partner was born.
At All Tomorrow's Parties' 2006 "United Sounds Of" festival at Camber Sands' dilapidated Pontins holiday park, I swear I was inches from having my throat cut by Brian Chippendale's kit so I pushed back, ducked out, and got myself a nerves-calming pint of some lousy beer.
At All Tomorrow's Parties' 2006 "United Sounds Of" festival at Camber Sands' dilapidated Pontins holiday park, I swear I was inches from having my throat cut by Brian Chippendale's kit – so I pushed back, ducked out, and got myself a nerves-calming pint of some pissy lager or other.
