That photo of me turning on the light is in the basement of the hotel. It used to be a speakeasy waaaay back in the day, early 1900s. There is a secret passage way leading up to the street where night time drinkers and dancers could run up to escape the police. There is also a big metal door embedded with bullet holes that leads down underground to a secret passageway that heads to the ocean. The walls and floor are just dirt and earth. No chance in hell that I will ever go down there, Freaky!!!!
See more photos in Max's flickr.