A colleague used to be really proud of the buildings he worked in.  Never grasped this one, but apparently many buildings in Manhattan are historic with names they are referred to.  If you take the time to admire the architecture, they are quite majestic.  For me, I called them my daytime prisons.

Other than Headquarters (Death Star I), I was in a building that had bathrooms resembling those from the Saw franchise or the Harry Potter haunted ones.  I tried really hard not to go.  The silver lining was the fried chicken sold downstairs and I got to make the Gary Williams fist pump every morning to the officers on guard duty.  They appreciated that and reciprocated in turn. 

Then we got moved to Death Star II, also known as the Verizon Building.  That wasn’t a corporate sponsored name like the Verizon Center – it actually formerly belonged to the company.  Very ironic, but cell phone reception was negligible to non-existent in the building.

The memorable part though was that it overlooked the iconic Brooklyn Bridge – directly on top.  In flyover shots from shows set in NYC, it’s visible.  My floor had full glass walls whee we could see the ant-like cars crossing back and forth to and from Brooklyn.  Stunning.  Various big shots would drop by just for the view.  On the Fourth, there would be viewing parties for fireworks from said glass walls.  Spectacular.  I also remember the night when the Bridge was shut down so that El Chapo could be transported back from his trial.

I was going to write something about bridging gaps in terms of various factors, but I don’t think I will.  That detracts from the true majesty of what I was blessed to experience.