The other day I was going through the photo archives, and came across a picture of a dead guy on the sidewalk outside the bank. It was a 1984 Sunday magazine story, tracking a bank robber through his last desperate days. Great piece. It had a picture from a previous robbery, with an interesting detail:

Friday the 13th, indeed. A few weeks later he made the mistake of robbing a bank where an off-duty cop banked, and when the cop came in and saw what was going on, he drew his gun and told the guy to stop with the robbing, already. The robber fired, the policeman fired, and the miscreant was dead on the sidewalk outside. His last words were "Why did you have to do that." Because you were robbing a bank at gunpoint? I don't know, it's possibly pertinent.

Anyway. Some details. This poor woman, standing dead still and no doubt terrified. Also: what's the machinery behind her? Bank stuff, the likes of which civilians today are unaware.

Then there's something you just don't see anymore: enormous ashtrays.

One for every teller's window. In case you had to ash while you were conducting your business. Wonder how long it will take until no one even recognizes what those were for.