Before an era fades entirely, should you head over to Fulton Market to catch a peek at what remains, you will find the following: long tin-roof canopies (and the skeletons of canopies) that kept workers and food dry; elevated sidewalks where trucks and carriages once delivered goods straight onto loading docks; a pink pig painted on the old Wichita Packing building; the smell of tailpipes on idling trucks; double-parked semis and others angling to claim a spot; the rumbling of idling engines, the rumbling of refrigerated containers and the rumbling of the L tracks along Lake Street; the sign for Krueger Sausage (but not the company); a general lack of curbs (so forklifts could dart directly from a warehouse to a waiting truck); a red awning that stretches around chicken-products purveyor Aspen Foods, and across the street, a blue cloth awning above Maloney; industrial fans where you might expect windows; stone crests on the corners of buildings; the large imposing lettering across the Fulton Market Wholesale buildings on both sides of Fulton, now holding Duck Duck Goat and Publican; bricked doorways, long ago mismatched with the surrounding brick; faded and painted and muddied bricks; large wide steel doors; the aforementioned white- and blue-smocked meat handlers, unloading boxes of product; the aforementioned forklifts zipping in front of cars and strollers, willy-nilly.