We've been having some miserable weather recently here in Western Connecticut—lots of rain with temperatures just high enough to avoid snow. I find these conditions much more uncomfortable than solidly sub-freezing temperatures, though at least there's no snow to shovel. On a walk around Steep Rock Preserve yesterday I found several spots where rocks and trees were covered in the most extraordinary vivid green moss. I guess something likes this cold wet weather.
Over the years I've noticed there have been a series of false starts at repurposing the building, but nothing seems to get all the way to opening. The giant lamps are impressive on a gloomy overcast day.
Interesting to see the building is heading for its hundred-year anniversary. When you walk along the north side of the building you pass huge grated air vents adjacent to the foundation. Especially in cold weather, you smell moist warm air laden with chlorine—it always makes me remember the same smell from the swimming pool at the Y in Montclair, NJ, sixty years ago.
I'm so old I remember that once upon a time lawyers were at least discouraged from sullying the profession with crass advertising. Then legal firm ads turned up on the back page of the phone book, back in the 80s—the first one I saw featured a picture of an ambulance which I thought indicated that the firm hadn't hired exactly the best ad agency (the term "ambulance chaser" is not complimentary). Now it's the sides of city buses, and towering billboards meant for the commuters on the elevated passover of I-84, with violent rhetoric (battle ready, really, Dude?) that fits with the current political atmosphere.