Walking along Lakeshore Drive a couple of days ago i noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was a beautiful day, the breeze just the right temperature. Maybe it was the sunlight glint. Anyhow I looked over and the buildings were trying to get my attention and to tell me a story. They do this alot. The buildings. I've made listening to them a lifetime passion if you will. The older one on the left was sad that he never had bigger windows put in on the lake side. The view across Lakeshore to Lake Michigan just knocks your eyes out, even on the street level. Up only two or stories and, wow. And this old guy is what? 40 stories, something like that. He was not only grumbling about the ridiculously small windows in the brick facade, but also quite pissed about air conditioners installed in one half of the only frikin' window he had!
The old brick building said that when they built him he was just about the only one around there that tall and nobody paid much attention to the lake. Nobody cared much about looking out. And besides, nobody knew how to build masonry walls that had big wide openings. Bricks need each other. They all work together and there needs to be ALOT of them. None of this hole-punching stuff.
"Yeah." I said. "That's pretty sad to see your pal here with such big windows next door."
The older building assured me that his neighbor was certainly not his "pal".
"That ugly sombitch has been in my face for a good 40 years now." Brick-boy told me.
The wide windowed neighbor said nothing. He just continued to stare at the view.
As I walked further down I almost went back and asked brick-boy what he thought of 'The Donald's' new penis on the river building. Next time I'm in town I'm going to go back and show him the picture I took of it.
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