
The fate of historic buildings in Durham generally remains parlous until something nasty happens to them. Last month, the city condemned part of Liberty Warehouse - Durham's only extant tobacco auction house - after a roof collapse. The Rigsbee Street warehouse, one of Greenfire Development's 30-odd properties, had gotten minimal upkeep, much to the chagrin of its small-business tenants.
I doubt that either the city or Greenfire will let Liberty Warehouse crumble, for the historic building served purposes well beyond auctioning bright leaf. In the fall, Liberty became a one-stop shop for farm families, complete with shops, eateries, bank offices and piles of pungent tobacco - "sweet smellin' stuff" - that seemed to go on forever. But perhaps Liberty's most understated role was that of a theater for tobacco auctioneers.
The great auctioneers knew they were performers. Youngsters trying to imitate them quickly discovered that the auctioneer's chant was easy to learn and hard to master:
Engine, Engine Number Nine, runnin' on the Chicago line. If the engine jumps the track, you will get your money back.