Saturday, June 04, 2005

224 North Main To-day

Good for Gloria. She hasn’t gone the way of those slacks-wearing ladies. Why, women who garb themselves in pants likely smoke and perforce drink and, for the love of all that’s holy, back Henry Wallace. Of course, there are concessions to be made. Mashers are always wandering the city looking for ladies trapped in cafeterias, whose underthings could well be visible during ladder descent...but the alternative...trousers? (The winter of our time indeed, Mr. Yockey!) Thank heaven for the wide-quadricep fireman, who presses ever so close to Gloria on her rescue:

But what of the cafeteria itself? Note the buildings bottom center here:

Which have been replaced thus:

With this:

The covered skybridge has a semi-fantastic air to it, though that is unlikely what A. C. Martin & Assoc. intended in ‘66.

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