Aug 092009
Living in a downtown high-rise has certain advantages. No lawns to mow. No driveways to shovel. Plenty to see and do within walking distance. But then there are the drawbacks. Like the building’s fire alarm going off at 2:30 in the morning for no apparent reason. It seemed to go on for at least a half hour, although that might have been an exaggeration of my sleep-deprived brain. I’m not sure what I would have done if the building had truly been on fire. I’m imagining my nurse dragging my naked body feet-first down nineteen flights of stairs and getting trampled by other oblivious and frightened residents. I think I might decide instead to stuff wet towels under the door and hope things turn out for the best.
