“Hancock, like most of the Copper Country, was born from copper’s bosom. From atop atop Quincy hill, the Quincy mine platted and developed the city’s infrastructure and in turn populated it with immigrants from all over the world. For almost a century the city lived in the shadows of the mine and it’s towering shaft-houses overlooking the city from above. But by the end of the second world war Quincy ceased mining atop the hill and concentrated its last ditch efforts into its reclamation plant on Torch Lake. Hancock was abandoned and had to find it’s own identity separate from the mine that created it.

Walking down Hancock’s streets today, you can’t help but get the vibe of a city with an identity crisis. The modern and the antique, the Scandinavian and the midwestern, the progressive and conservative – all coexisting in some time and culturally independent void. European flavored sandstone adorned churches next to glass skyscrapers and intricately carved stone panels alongside flashing marquees. The multiple facets of a complicated city.”