OLD FAITHFUL
exactly eight blocks away from the office. we walked calmly down all five flights. the whole block standing outside, the smoke was pluming up. people outside, yelling : run! run! run! a whole gang of folks who remember what to do when the steam fans down the street, i presume. some were standing around, photo-opping, but we didn't know what it was and i wasn't taking any chances. thought grand central station had finally hit the big time. i walked in the opposite direction of the smoke to a previously scheduled engagement. the phones were clogged. when i got to my destination building in wash square, the people inside were none the wiser. i was somewhat disturbed that the air conditioning had made the room so calm. a weird chaos, it was.
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