Speaking of lake views …

Up until last week, I didn’t have one from my cubicle. Now, thanks to the strange progress of the dismantling of the Sun-Times building I have been granted a little portal to the east. (Note: if you look closely through the building you can see the bridge from which the enterprising gentleman from yesterday’s post was evicted.) Granted, I’d prefer a cataclysmic immolation of the building like you see on TV (mostly because the building is an architectural abomination), but that’s really not possible with the river right there. Still, that’s got to be safer than what they are doing now. I’m no OSHA supervisor, but should you really be using a frontloader to destroy the roof that is the only thing keeping you (and the frontloader) from plummetting to the next floor down? Oh, and Mr. Worker-Guy who randomly destroys things on the roof with a giant axe: I want your job.