Here's another picture from my man cave. That behemoth in the front is, I'm just guessing here, the old coal furnace. It's not connected to anything anymore. The new oil furnace is in the background. The coal furnace is right next to the garbage shoot, so I'm guessing people sendt combustibles down and the janitor stoked the fire with his neigbour's old newspapers.
The lids on the garbage shoots are now locked. A whole genre of urban legends told primarily by and to kids disappeared with the demise of garbage shoots. There was always some boy who had gone for a ride in one of them and had experienced something exciting or, to the listener, pleasingly horrid.
Garbage now, of course, is carted far away. I am not sure how this works out efficiency-wise, but I like the idea of processing waste right where you're at. And every level of complexity, usually, makes things more messy and useless. Theoretically, in an apartment building like this, you could burn your newspapers to heat up the water tanks a couple of degrees, have a worm bin for food scraps and a large compost bin for all the ca-ca.
I really get off thinking about stuff like this.