wed building down

I saw the shot in today's paper of the Old UP in its last throws. And then, looking past the roof, I could see the upper floors--maybe down to 12 or 13.

I thought, and I hope I wrote it somewhere, how there was an eerie feeling. Like what it must've been like at the WTC when the buildings went down.

What I could think about was the fact that Bullet Bob had had his car parked in front of the W-H building--where I worked for a v. brief stint as cub reporter--and then, I think he was prone on the floor--I told him his car was gone, he ran wildly to retrieve his Mustang. Telling Paul Lueke foreman that he had to go get his car. I think he walked all the way to 60th and F to get it back. Or maybe ever further than that.

Paul wondered, "Why didn't he just wait til he got off work.


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We are in the throws of the marriage dilemma. All I can say, while you plot and pander to think of ways to inspire, I picked up the shovel.

It was right about this time, I started going back to mule instincts. A broom in the hand.