Close call

So I've cut across the rail road tracks and through the abandoned grain elevators by Van Cleve many times. The last time was as recently as Friday night with Craig, who incidentally was just wasted. I've thought about climbing that thing many times especially when hanging out with Kevo and Crazy Greg. It's something that we would do.

Saturday night after a relatively mundane evening I heard the sound of sirens as I lay in bed. They passed right out front of our house. I didn't really think anything of it and actually thought it would be funny if they were chasing the Breadbox and biggie Evan who had just driven home intoxicated from James' house over on 24th and Como. So I ignored it and resumed my quest for sleep.

Tonight at work I was reading the Star Tribune and found an article that was quite startling. It was titled Trespassing at elevators ends in fatal fall.

All I can say is wow.