1:40 p.m.
It was the last hurrah at Hoo-Ray's, with everything but the floorboards going in a public auction, even the red Hoo-Ray's sign out front. "One day Hugh Ray may rise again," the auctioneer warned. "He'll need that sign." Paul Ison, an employee of the Alfred A. Robinson Company that ran the auction, kept a tally of bids on the moose heads, sports paraphernalia, snowshoes, sharkskins, and beer signs.

1:05 p.m.
It was a day off from school for Harry Gross, age seven and a half, so he came downtown to have lunch on Market Square with his father. Steve Gross, 43, works for nearby First American Bank. They were eating take-out from Subway. "I been in a paper already," Harry says. "I been in a commercial." "Well, you haven't been in any commercials yet," his father corrects good-naturedly. Harry nods and clarifies: "I tried out for one."

4:00 p.m.
There's not always much to do with a warm Friday afternoon. Shirlene McColley sat outside a friend's home on Dora Avenue in Mechanicsville, watching a group of children, some relations and some family friends. They included Shekeria Smith (in pigtails) and Louis Gamble.

9:00 a.m.
Photo essays like these aim for the candid, but it's hard to ignore a nosy photographer and his camera. These three youngsters were helping Charlene Rasheed unload her car at her home on Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevard in Burlington—until we distracted them. With no school today, Rasheed watches her three boys and three other children. The boys pick through her trunk, discovering flowers and an umbrella.

2:24 p.m.
The walls come tumbling down at the Miller's Building on Gay Street as workers remove its "ultra-modern" shell of reflective panels, revealing a battered remnant of Knoxville's architectural past.