I’ve got a full plate today but I have a few minutes to myself right now, sitting in the worst run Starbucks I’ve ever come across and getting ready to go back out into the rain and snow. (Yes, both.) I’m reminded, though, that stifling heat in the winter is the Yankee equivalent of our over-airconditioning in the summer.
Maybe perversely, this reminded me of a strange contact sheet I found in the Woodson’s photo files. The sheet is unlabeled and undated, but even in their tiny form the images caught my eye because of their seeming randomness.
I scanned quite a few and looked at them for quite a while before I hit on the one that I believe explains the others.
So the RMC must have caught on fire, maybe sometime in the early ’80s. I freely admit that I don’t know anything about this but I’ll bet some of you do.