Enjoy your time off work, and more importantly get out there and hop some fences. We sure as hell will be.
The Chase
The decision had been made earlier in the week. We were picking up stakes and moving west. The journey would take an arduous 5 days and we hoped we wouldn’t have to ford any rivers or die of dysentery. The vast distance which loomed meant we wouldn’t be back to the Circle City for a long time. I had been eyeing this building for 4 years, without even going into the lobby. I guess you could say I was saving it. But now it seemed the perfect sendoff. I would say goodbye to Indianapolis from its highest point. I would finally stand between the twin spires of Chase Tower.
Gargoyles!
Every time the elevator winch motor kicked on below me I thought the door from the top floor was being opened and I’d soon be busted in the office building after hours by a cleaning lady. It had been 3 hours since the place closed for the night and from the periodic motion of the elevators below I knew that the two woman cleaning crew was still about. It would still be an hour until it got dark.

Circumvented
I stood at the end of a short, dead-end alley just off Chicago’s Magnificent Mile. Well dressed locals and tacky tourists alike passed as they plodded along the many high end stores that line North Michigan Avenue. As the flow of pedestrian traffic thinned momentarily I motioned to the girl at the back of the alley and in a few seconds she was over the fence. A stack of pallets shielded her from the view of the guard sitting in his early model black sebring directly on the other side of the chain link barrier from where I stood. A few minutes later I followed and we whispered our next course as we crouched amongst the concrete. We found the stairs and slowly and silently made our way up to the third floor.


