The stories that define my complacent stroll through mediocrity
This looks like a suicide attempt to me. Did Frank try to talk him down?
Frank's not really that kind of dog. He'd be more likely to offer one of his veal bones if the dog would jump down to get it.
Isn't that the building to the left before you cross the Church St. bridge heading toward Augusta Rd.? If so, I've always loved that building.
Yep, that's it. That's the Davenport. Very cool old building.
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