This building was prominent in my childhood as it held the many mysteries of fireworks and Fourth of July fun. Every year near Independence Day, the commercials would roll for Crazy Debbie Fireworks, and this was the biggest dealer around. It always smelled of gunpowder, sawdust, and Kool-Aid. One of my friends was the red-headed Crazy Debbie on TV, and she enjoyed every minute of it. (At least that's how it always seemed.)
I sketched it with a few colored pencils breaking up the general atmosphere of the picture. The building is nondescript without the giant labels and signs on every square inch.
On a side note, when I was sketching it, I met a few residents who told me the building also used to be a school years before it was a fireworks stand.
