Crane love

After seeing today’s front page story in the N&R, I am now convinced that someone down on Market Street has a crane fetish. (I mean, other than Allen Johnson)

They are covering that damn crane like dew covers Dixie.

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  1. John Robinson
    Posted November 29, 2006 at 10:45 am | Permalink

    Aw c’mon, Hogg. You never wondered what it would look and feel like going up there?

  2. Posted November 29, 2006 at 2:24 pm | Permalink

    I especially like the large-type mention of how the poor man uses the bathroom. Perhaps an investigative piece about how he deals with the other-than-gallon-jug needs while up there? (“TMI,” my daughter calls it: Too Much Information)

  3. Margaret Banks
    Posted November 29, 2006 at 3:49 pm | Permalink

    That’s funny, because that was the FIRST THING I wondered when I saw the story in this morning’s paper. I was so relieved (harharhar) when I saw that Don included the solution (tee-hee) to that problem in his story.

    Don addressed the other-than-gallon-jug needs with the quote about not eating chili the night before.

    But don’t go by my level of maturity, Sue. I subscribed to Mad Magazine up until a few years ago.

  4. Posted November 29, 2006 at 5:11 pm | Permalink

    Sure have, John. And thanks for the pictures of it.

    But wan’t that the 11th or 12th blog post, editorial piece or news article from you guys since that crane started going up? I know I had already read somewhere under a N&R banner about the 5 -gallon jug.

    Just hit me as, well… kind of fetishish.