High rise living. Bossy grew up on the 19th floor of this high rise cluster in the middle of the city. The apartment was modest in size for a family of four, but made more expansive by its square usable rooms and floor to ceiling windows.
In this life, binoculars were as necessary as telephones. One peek determined if the people below were carrying umbrellas, or wearing scarves and mittens. Tracking tugboats and watching approaching storm fronts were just a couple of Bossy’s favorite binocular pastimes, along with spying on the NFL player who lived one floor up in the adjacent building.
In a way, Bossy thinks apartment dwellers are more connected to life– maybe because they’re not buried under projects that involve weeds and gutters and dank basements overrun with rusty paint cans.
~annie says
January 22, 2009 at 10:17 amAwesome! I really think you might be on to something with that last paragraph. As a child I was always fascinated by high-rises and wished I lived in one. Maybe one day…
Sista #2 says
January 27, 2009 at 10:44 pmI always wanted to know what they looked like inside!!!
Angelina says
January 24, 2012 at 1:13 pmMy mother lived there when she met my father (she was a nursing student at Penn). Every time I pass those places I think of her, and now I will also think of you! 🙂