They’re tearing down a building at the corner of 16th and K, and I’ll be sorry to see it go because once it’s gone, there will be no further need for the wrecking ball they’re using to knock it down, and I like the wrecking ball. The wrecking ball makes me happy. The other day I stood and watched it for a while. There were other men there for the same reason. We all have office jobs, but really we want to drive a crane and smash away chunks of steel-reinforced concrete, which spin gently as they fall.

Smash, smash! We will miss the wrecking ball.

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