I am watching a crane (the machine) working across the street, carrying some huge somethings down from a Sheraton hotel to the ground. I remember walking with him in Chicago when we were at college. He pointed out the awesomeness of Cranes, the machinary.
He was one of my best friends, one of my roommates at college.
He was the best man at my wedding, for which my wife and I folded over 1,000 paper origami cranes, and he helped hang them. So much so that he earned the nick name "Crane Man."For some reason it just hit me, that he is also Crane-the-construction-machinary-Man too.
He's been in California and back and forth to Africa in the last few years and I'm out of touch with him now. Crane Man.
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