Waiting for Better Accuracy


Greta knows how long I’m going to be stuck here.

The title isn’t my work. I copied that from Greta, my Garmin GPS. You may remember Greta from such previous posts as “Yo Greta” and “Directions.” The other day, as I was leaving my office for a short but somewhat unfamiliar trip, I asked Greta for her help. Guidance. Directions and the like (she also knows about traffic conditions).

As usual, the first message was: “Acquiring Satellites.” By the time she finds those guys, I’m usually on the highway, but I’m heading in the right direction. This time, as I approached the highway on-ramp, I got the message displayed in the title.

I wanted to say “Yo Greta, who isn’t?” Greta responds to verbal commands, but probably wouldn’t have an answer for that one.

Speed Limit

Maddie and I are walking, so no danger of a ticket.

As I got on the highway, I was quickly reminded of one of the most common events where I find myself waiting for better accuracy. The speed limit. The highway signs say 65. Here in CT, we don’t have any of those wide-open road conditions where they bump that up to 70 or 75. Our highways are mostly 65, sometimes 55. There’s even a stretch of I-84 through Hartford where the limit drops to 50 mph. Nobody travels at those speeds, hence the waiting…

My editor would tell me that I should treat the speed limit as if it were, you know, a limit. It’s good advice in theory, but I would be “that guy” in the slow lane, holding up traffic. The de facto speed limit is about two or three mph below the point where they pull you over and give you a ticket. In CT, that seems to be about 72. In nearby Massachusetts, on the Mass Pike, that seems to be 80 or 85. I tend to stay at 70-72. I get passed a lot on the Mass Pike.

Another source of frequent head-shaking comes to me via my email inbox. I subscribe to newsletters, ePapers and other alleged sources of information, but I find them to be mostly sources of rumor and confusion. “Studies show lower than expected adoption of mobile payment solutions.” What does that mean? Is the adoption rate low? Were the expectations too high? Were the wrong people contacted in the study?

I think polls and surveys are basically worthless. Most Surveys are rigged, so they are accurate but they don’t tell the real story. Think of the surveys you get from the airlines or your car dealer for example. They are designed to generate five-out-of-five answers. I flew twice last month, for a total of eight flights. Some of those individual legs were awful. I flew from Hartford (BDL) to Seattle (SEA) via Minneapolis (MSP) on the way out and Detroit (DTW) on the way back. Delta sent me a survey: “How was your flight from DTW to BDL? – Tell us how we’re doing.”

I would have liked to have had the opportunity to say “that flight, the shortest of the four flights, was OK. The big problem was with the two flights going west…” but no such opportunity was given.

My car dealer will ask about the way I was handled by the billing clerk. Was my car was clean when I picked it up. Was the service was completed by the time promised, and was the price I paid was consistent with what I had been told.” All rated on a scale of one to five. No part of the survey lets me tell them that, after the previous service (and after completing the previous survey) the car developed an oil leak and that this repair was to fix a problem created by the original service.

By the way, that flight to Seattle, that was a whole different kind of problem with accuracy.

Delta Jet

This is the size plane that flies out of BDL

I am a conservative flyer. I booked my trip with a nice comfy layover in Minneapolis. 88 minutes. Almost an hour and a half. Plenty of time for the kind of plane changes you have to make when starting out from Mayberry Hartford and flying to a real airport. Three hours before my flight, I got a text message:

“Flight 797 from BDL to MSP has been delayed 53 minutes. New departure time is…”

53 Minutes? That leaves me with 35 minutes to sprint across Minneapolis, from the cornfield where flights from BDL land to the terminal where they keep the big planes. I was afraid that wouldn’t be enough time, so I called:

blah blah blah, flight delayed, worried about layover.”

35 minutes should be enough time. You’re landing at C-4 and your flight to Seattle is scheduled to leave from F-14.”

Is the new departure time accurate? I’ve been to Minneapolis, C-4 to F-14 is a hike. If it’s delayed any longer…

I wouldn’t worry. The departure time should be accurate. The problem is that the crew wasn’t going to have enough rest, so the flight had to be delayed 53 minutes.”

Fifty – three – minutes. What if they hit the snooze button?

Even more disconcerting was the fact that the crew was going to get the exact amount of rest the FAA requires. Not – one – minute – more. That was actually more accuracy than I needed.

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Rip Slice Surface Shape Shave


The facing bevels produce a V-shaped groove that hides most imperfections.

I’m sneaking this post in on a Monday for those of you who enjoy reading about woodworking. This short study on how to go from boards to product is somewhat inspired by my blog-buddy Dan over on the other coast. Dan wrote about people who have lost thumbs and fingers. It’s a really good post. Feel free to take a few minutes and read that. Seriously, I can wait.

The reason I say that that post somewhat inspired this one, is because “production” woodworking, the kind where you are repeating the same operation many times, is a good way for an amateur woodworker to get seriously hurt. In industrial settings, dangerous operations are automated. That’s not usually possible in a small shop.

My goal was to turn several eight inch wide and roughly 7/8 of an inch thick Cedar boards into about nine feet of wainscoting for my brother’s bathroom. To give you an idea of the production nature, follow the math below:

Cut – The first step was easy, safe and fast. I had to cut 10 four foot long blanks out of the long boards. Since three of the boards were 12 feet long, I only needed to make seven cuts.

chop saw

The chop saw makes quick work of producing the 4-foot blanks.

RIP – This was the first production step. Each blank yielded three 2 ¼ ” (that’s the symbol for inches for you metric folks) wide strips, but each sequence of three cuts brought me closer to the blade. 30 cuts were required. Several years ago, this kind of operation ended with my left index finger following a board through the saw, slicing the end of my finger in half. Thanks to a talented seamstress (actually a Physician’s Assistant), I can still count to ten. The edges were surfaced at this point, reducing the strips to 2 1/16” wide.

Tab;e Saw

Guards in place and push-sticks in use.

SliceResaw the 30 strips into 60 strips that are ~ 7/16” thick. Since one side of the cedar was rough, the slice was a little off-center at the bandsaw, so I could put one piece through the planer on each side.


Push-sticks in use here too and no need to push anywhere near that blade.

Surface – This is the only tool I have with power feed, so it’s the only video. The thicker slice was surfaced on the rough side and then every strip went through to remove the bandsaw marks so they are smooth and roughly 11/32” thick. This is the same tool I used to remove the saw marks on the edges after ripping the strips to rough width. The edges required 60 passes, the flat sides required 180

Shape – The shaper is the most effective tool I own for cutting the “rabbet” notch on opposite sides of each strip. This is a very dangerous operation so I added “hold-down” guides to keep the strips engaged with the cutter and prevent my fingers from going along for the ride. In 120 passes, my fingers bumped into the guides three times.

Shave – The strips were simply too narrow and thin for me to risk running them through a power tool. A production shop would have a special cutter head that could mill the rabbet and bevel in one pass. I did it by hand because it’s safer and these are two of my favorite tools to use. I had the knife set so that only three passes were required, but that’s a total of 360 strokes.

The result is a series of strips whose beveled edges will form a V-groove as they cover the distance on the wall. I’ll also be using some of these to form the backs of a couple of little shelving units.

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Who Moved My Pie?

For the love of beer

The perfect place and beverage to share some casual conversation.

If we were having a beer, Cheryl would hand you the Specials Menu. You’d turn it over to look at the food side.

This sausage thing looks pretty good, but I don’t usually eat here. This guy takes his food to go.

Maybe she wanted you to give that menu to me.”

No, I wanted him to see the drink special. You, you always drink Yuengling, but sometimes he gets a little crazy.”

I do not get ‘a little crazy.’ Sheesh, you try a Jameson and Diet Coke one time and she hits you with the crazy stick. Although, I do like Margaritas, but the cookies make it seem a little feminine.”

Yeah, the cookies were my idea, I might be a little feminine. Is that a problem?

Now you’ve done it. No round on the house today. Nice going.”

Sorry. It’s funny, you’re usually the one that upsets the ladies.”

Not today. Today, you’re the one stuck in Margaritaville.”

She’ll be OK. So, what have you been up to? Do anything fun this week?

I did. On Monday, my wife and I and our daughter went to the Big-E(1).”

Ah, fair food. What’d you eat?

We started with a little bit of lunch at one of the beer gardens. The girls split a salad and Three-Cheese Risotto Balls and I had Sausage Risotto Balls.”

That’s it?

In that place, I wanted to save room for the usual suspects, you know, blueberry pie and ice cream and a lobster roll.

Wait, where did you get the pie?

In the New Hampshire Building.”

No way. I looked for that. I always get blueberry pie and ice cream in New Hampshire Building but I couldn’t find it.”

It was on the other side. I walked right by. I thought maybe it was in the Vermont Building. My daughter tried to point it out, but I was used to it being over by the entrance. She finally convinced me go back.”

Was it the same guy?

Yeah, he just moved to the other side of the building. He said a lot of people were confused.”

Pie Ice Cream

Blueberry Pie and Ice Cream – the best.

Confused? I didn’t get any pie! Why do they do stuff like that?

The booths by the entrance are more expensive…”

That was a rhetorical question Einstein.”

Oh, sorry, I answer those all the time.”

Don’t people find that annoying? ‘Cuz I do.”

My wife does, but I’m getting better.”

How so?

Well sometimes, I ask before answering. Just this week, I was leaving for work and my to-go cup was making this high-pitched squealing sound. My wife and our dog were both looking at the cup. I told her that I could explain what was happening but I wasn’t going to. She thanked me.”

The dog?

No, my wife. I’m pretty sure the dog likes my explanations.”

So, why was it making that sound?

The coffee is hot. It heats up the air in the cup and the air leaks out past the rubber stopper.”

Cheryl, if you can forgive me, I’d like to try one of those Margaritas. I’ll share the cookies with young Mr. Boyle and you can bring him another beer.”

Actually, Boyle didn’t specifically mention temperature. It was Clapeyron that combined a bunch of studies on gasses into the ideal gas law.”

See, that’s annoying, too. I mean, who really cares. Oh wait, you learned this from following DeflateGate.”

No, I learned it in high school chemistry class and I relearned it in chemistry and physics classes in college. I tried hard not to follow DeflateGate.”

Why do they have to keep naming things something-Gate, anyway? – And, just in case you don’t get it, that’s a rhetorical question.”

I was going to answer.”

Of course you were.”

Only because, in this case the ‘gate’ thing is appropriate.”

How do you figure?

Well, as you know, the practice of adding ‘gate’ stems from Watergate.”

I know that, that’s why I told you the question was rhetorical. You just can’t help yourself can you?

My point is that if the allegation behind DeflateGate is true, then it was a Watergate-like incident and the ‘gate’ suffix would be correct.”

You know, I don’t follow you – at – all.”

Richard Nixon was going to win that election anyway. He didn’t need to cheat. The Patriots were going to win that football game anyway. They didn’t need to cheat. So, if they did cheat, calling it DeflateGate would be appropriate.”

What makes you think of stuff like that?”


“Stop, please, please don’t answer that.”

These cookies are delicious. Thanks for sharing.”


Margaritas and cookies, courtesy of Cheryl Pennington. Please take a look at her blog.


(1) Big-E – Eastern States Exhibition – The Great New England Fair – The 5th largest agricultural fair in the United States.

(2) If you would know more about our bartender and read about those fabulous cookies, click here to visit her post and get the recipe.

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Thursday Doors–Fuller Brush Building

Fuller Brush Building

Beautiful, albeit industrial doors.

Every now and then, traffic will force me off the highway north of Hartford in search of a “yes it’s slow but at least I’m moving” alternative route into the city. Just barely over the city line, a magnificent piece of Hartford’s noteworthy history comes into view, The Fuller Brush Building.

Alfred C Fuller started the Capital Brush Company in 1906, but he started in Boston, not Hartford. He ran the business out of his sister’s house. The company history says that he made brushes at night and sold them during the day.

Fuller perfected the door-to-door selling method, and by 1915, there were over a thousand salesmen beating the pavement in your, your parents or your grandparents’ neighborhoods. One of the innovative concepts Fuller came up with was to offer The Handy Brush as a gift for letting the Fuller Brush Man in the door. I remember seeing the Handy Brush all over the place growing up.

Handy Brush

Handy Brush

My grandmother had one of them tied to a container where she collected rainwater for her garden. She would use that to quickly clean vegetables before carrying them back to her kitchen.

Drawing from 1926 Geers Directory

Drawing from 1926 Geers Directory from Hartford Preservation Society

He built this factory in Hartford, and when it opened in 1923, it was the largest factory in the world! A current listing (the building was recently sold) puts the total space at 320,000 square feet divided between 180,000 sq ft in the four story Gothic Revival office building and the rest in one story “flex” buildings that served as the original manufacturing facilities (today, the brushes are being made in Great Bend, Kansas).

To prevent this post from growing too long, I’m going to simply list a few of the many fun facts I learned about the company and this building:

The company was not responsible for the term “Fuller Brush Man,” that phrase was coined by The Saturday Evening Post in 1922.

In 1929, Frank Beveridge, who had been hired to recruit college students to come to Fuller Brush, left to launch Stanley Home Products. While there, Beveridge founded the “Party Plan” method for home sales. Beveridge reportedly trained many of the people who sold/still sell products through home sales, including: Brownie Wise (Tupperware) and Mary Kay Ash (Mary Kay Cosmetics).

Forty million Fuller Brushes were used to clean weapons during World War II.

In 1948, comedian Red Skelton stared in “The Fuller Brush Man” and in 1950, Lucille Ball stared in “The Fuller Brush Girl.”

The Reverend Billy Graham was once the top-selling Fuller Brush salesman in the state of North Carolina.

By 1960 Fuller Brush sales people were servicing over 10 million homes.

In 1997, Fuller Brush acquired the Stanley Home Products brand.

One fact that is sadly appropriate in Hartford is that the stately four story tower at the center of the building collapsed in 1922 while the building was still under construction. A 200-ton water tank that was to be used for fire suppression failed and fell through the floors below.

I mention that it is fitting to Hartford because of the collapse of the Hartford Civic Center in 1978. Both events could have been much worse. The space under the water tank in the tower of the Fuller Brush building was to be used for training salesmen. The Civic Center roof collapsed a mere six hours after a basketball game with about 4,800 fans in attendance had ended. No one was injured in the Civic Center disaster. Ten people were killed when the Fuller Brush tower collapsed, but had the building(s) been in operation, the number of victims would surely have been much higher.

If you’ve never had a Fuller Brush Man come to your door, you can have the experience on your computer or mobile device. The Fuller Brush Man is available on YouTube and it’s a fun little video.

This post is part of Norm Frampton’s fantastic Thursday Doors series. You can join the fun. All you need is a door, and you actually have until Saturday to post it.

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You Want Me To Wait How Long?

War Movies

Military tactics?

I’ve written about technology moving too fast and technology going too far on several occasions. Today, I want to attack from the other side. Maybe it’s the flank. I don’t know, I was born at a bad time for military service. By the time I was 18, the Viet Nam war conflict police action war was ending, the draft was over, but the Volunteer Army deal hadn’t really solidified into a thing worth doing. So, my understanding of military terms and tactics was obtained via osmosis while watching Rat Patrol, Patton, The Longest Day, Bridge at Remagen, Midway, Saving Private Ryan, Kelly’s Heroes, McHale’s Navy and assorted other things on large and little screens. I digress.

I’m not attacking technology today, I’m asking:

How long does it take for technology to be accepted into everyday business culture?

I’m asking because I have experienced several events, some firsthand and some vicariously, that tell me that some companies are living in a Warp-Bubble. Here are my favorite examples:

Pony Express Poster

Actual author unknown (Pony Express) – Smithsonian National Postal Museum

I have a friend who recently had to consolidate two bank accounts in the estate of a deceased family member. The bank had him pick one account and then told him that the entire balance would be available in 10-15 business days. 10-to-15 business days! The Pony Express delivered mail between Missouri and California in 10 days! It took less than 10 days for Apollo 11 to liftoff, put men on the moon, return and be plucked from the ocean. I understand that an estate was involved, but this was ridiculous. The problem was that there was no motivation for the bank to move faster.

Motivation, you see, allowed me to enjoy a small victory over a rental car company. One of their vans backed into our car while it was parked at a dealer, waiting for repairs. The company was self-insured and the Claims Manager said: “we investigate all claims to determine who’s at fault and what limits apply. We should have an answer in a few weeks. In the meantime, you can process a claim with your insurance company.” I said: “you know who’s good at investigating stuff? The police. That’s my next call.” Claim settled.

Last month, I was part of a meeting that was being conducted via conference call. Not enough members of the committee were on the call to represent a quorum. At one point the organizer asked: “how long should we wait?” One answer was: “I think it’s accepted business etiquette to allow 15 minutes for late arrivals” I checked. According to Emily Post online, 15 minutes is usually considered “fashionably late.” Well…OK…but…

A) She was talking about dinner parties

B) Many people seem to disagree

C) She’s dead! No offense, she was probably the greatest living authority on etiquette, but she stopped living in 1960, a few years before AT&T started offering conference calling and several decades before WebEx.

Since a person can join a WebEx meeting from anywhere on their phone, I don’t think we need to allow 15 minutes.


The DocuSugn App

Two years ago, while I was attending a meeting in Chicago, I received an “Urgent Message” from AT&T. Our account representative had been reassigned and no one had sent me a renewal form for a service that was expiring later that day. I was asked to “…print the renewal, sign in the appropriate places and fax the signed form to…”

I called my new representative:

I am in a hotel without easy access to a printer or a fax machine. I’m going to sign the form with a digital signature and email it back to you.”

We don’t accept digital signatures.”

Sure you do, I’ve signed AT&T forms with them before.”

Our group manager doesn’t consider them to be legal signatures. You can (pay to) print in your hotel’s business center and fax it to us.”

First, this was your mistake. Second, I’m in a meeting. Third, Bill Clinton made digital signatures legal in 2000 – it’s 2013, so your manager is going to have to deal with this.”


It’s not the signature, it’s the details stored along with it that make it legal.

These shake-my-head-moments are still happening. Every night, during a commercial break, a TV newscaster will tease us with a few seconds worth of information about a “breaking news” story and then remind us to “tune in at 10:00 for the full story.”

Um, no thanks. I can tune into Twitter, or a half-dozen websites or I can Google this story right now. If I wait a few minutes, I can go to Facebook, get the full story, a few conspiracy theories and at least one crackpot explanation of why this bad news was the fault of Obama, the religious right, Roger Goodell, one or more minority groups or be told how this proves that global warming is or isn’t happening. If I wait until 10:00, this story may be a question in Trivia Crack’s History section.

For more on this topic, stay tuned, or add your story to the comments.

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But It’s Hash Day


I’ll have the one with the screw cap.

My blog buddy Dan lives on the west coast, but recently wrote about menu malfunctions in Poland, China and Mexico. He kinda-sorta implied that such things wouldn’t happen here in the good old USofA. He might be right. I don’t remember ever ordering something off the menu and being served something different. On the other hand, Dan’s post caused me to remember some restaurant / menu challenges I have had.

The very first time I ordered a bottle of wine in a restaurant was about the first time I was legally able to order alcohol. I was maybe a month beyond my 21st birthday and my then girlfriend wanted wine. We knew very little about wine. I selected our wine based on price, not the cheapest, but nowhere near the highest priced. I tried to look like I knew what I was doing.

This was a fancy-schmancy place in Albany, NY and the waiter looked less than happy to have children at one of his tables. He brought the wine, opened it and handed me the cork. I wasn’t quite sure what I was supposed to do. Do I sniff this thing? I tried to look mature and simply nodded. Then he poured a little wine into my glass. I had seen other people do this, so I swirled. I looked. I sniffed. I paused. I thought this was going to be a one-two-six deal, but the wine smelled funny. I tasted. I had never seen anyone spit wine out onto the floor, but I gave it serious thought. The wine was bad.

Again, trying to conjure up maturity beyond my years, I shook my head and told the waiter the wine was bad. He scoffed. What could I possibly know? He took my girlfriend’s glass and poured a sample for himself. The look on his face was priceless. Yes! Booyah! Booyah wasn’t a thing in 1975, but booyah! New bottle. On – The – House!

While attending West Virginia University in Morgantown, WV, my roommate Tony and I, along with two other guys decided to go out to dinner to a little dive that featured an all-you-can-eat chicken dinner for parties of four or more. Tony weighed slightly over 300 pounds, and I’m pretty sure he got that way by eating. The others, myself included, were much thinner, but we had those enviable metabolisms that allow young men to consume their weight in chicken and beer and still stop at McDonald’s on the way home.

We each received a chicken dinner on a plate. Three pieces of chicken, mashed potatoes and corn.

We finished that in a few minutes and asked for more.

The waitress brought a bowl of mashed potatoes, a bowl of corn and a plate with four pieces of chicken.

We ate that and asked for more.

When the waitress arrived with another four pieces, Tony stopped her:

Ma’am? This might go easier if you understand that we’re going to eat a lot of chicken. When we’re done here, this table is going to look like the lost chicken graveyard. I’d hate to see you running back and forth all night.”

She brought us a tray of chicken.

Years later, when I was working as a consultant for Peat, Marwick, Mitchell and Co., I was returning to our office after spending the morning at a client. I stopped at a McDonald’s drive-thru and picked up a Quarter Pounder with Cheese and some fries for the ride to Hartford. When I got to the office, my best friend John came right over.

You want to get some lunch?

I already ate.”

Come with me to the Pillar, it’s hash day.”

I already ate. I don’t like hash and I don’t really like the Marble Pillar.”

The Marble Pillar was a Hartford staple before it closed after 133 years in business. Small, popular German-ish restaurant with a mostly-male wait staff, known for their gruff treatment of customers.

Just come with me. You don’t have to get hash, you can get dessert.”


After a few minutes, we found a table. The waiter brought our water and some pumpernickel bread for the table. John immediately said: “I’ll have the hash.”

I was looking at the dessert section. The waiter was growing impatient. John as growing impatient, as thoughts of hash danced in his head. I sensed that I needed to wrap things up.

I’ll have a hot fudge sundae and a cup of coffee.”

If you think anyone here is going to make you a hot fudge sundae in the middle of our busiest time, you’re crazy.”

Coffee, I’ll just have coffee.”

Despite that encounter and several other unremarkable lunches at the Pillar, I was sad to learn that it was closing in 1993. In the six years that I worked downtown, I often ended up at the Pillar’s bar with friends after work, and that was always fun. I guess I was part of the problem, having left the city for a job in the suburbs.

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Thursday Doors–Seattle Skyscrapers

Alaska Building Mailbox

Original letter box in the Alaska Building

I spent a big chunk of last week in Seattle, Washington and, as you might expect, I took a lot of pictures. I took a lot of pictures of doors, but it’s going to take me a while to sort through and organize them into the one or two collections of “Seattle Doors” that I can feature here later on in the year.

As soon as I saw the letter box in the lobby of my hotel, I knew it was going to be the door I would feature. I worked for the Post Office for a few summers and I actually had to empty one of these boxes on my route. As it turns out, the Alaska Building was Seattle’s first skyscraper. It’s now a Courtyard, and sadly, it has the most uninteresting sliding glass door ever made.

I lived in Seattle from September 1978 until July 1981. I always thought that the Smith Tower had been Seattle’s first skyscraper. I only discovered my error while visiting the observation deck of Seattle’s current tallest building, Columbia Center.

King Street Station

King Street Station and Tower

The Alaska Building is accepted as the first steel frame skyscraper in Seattle. It was the tallest building for a brief span of two years (1904-1906). At 14 floors, it towered over the six-story Pioneer Building, but it quickly lost the title to the eight-story King Street Station. That’s not a typo, although I should have said the King Street Station Tower.

I think the designation of “tallest” should be based on the practical aspects of the building. The King Street Station has a tall tower protruding from a relatively short building. Much the way today’s “tallest” of tall buildings often claim their height from the top of an antennae, I think the tall-thing-added-onto-my-building is kind of gaming it.

The Smith Tower, with 38 floors in a functional tower-like section, held the designation as tallest building for about 55 years and recently celebrated its 100th birthday. You should check out the building’s website for a cool skyline comparison from 1914 to 2014. The Smith Tower was the tallest office building west of the Mississippi River until 1931 and was the tallest “structure” on the west coast until the Space Needle was built in 1962.

Skyscraper History

This poster is on the wall on the observation deck of Columbia Center

At a mere 204 feet, my hotel, the Alaska Building is hardly tall by today’s standards. Still, I thought it was pretty cool that my room was on the 14th floor. Although the building’s description says that “the building rises 14 floors,” the elevator had a button for floor 15. Somewhat unusual in a hotel, there was also a button for floor 13.

I hope you enjoy the photos of the other skyscrapers dotting the Seattle skyline. The photos were taken from the observation decks at the Columbia Tower and the Space Needle, and some were taken from good old terra-firma. There are a lot of photos today, but there are a lot of skyscrapers in Seattle.

This post is part of Norm Frampton’s fascinating Thursday Doors series. You can see lots of other amazing doors and even join the fun with your own door.

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