Today mom, Benji, and I toddled 3/4 of a mile to our nearest construction site, where they’re building a new braided on-ramp system at the freeway by our house. This has remained a steady source of truck-related entertainment for a long time, but they are finally moving away from the secondary road and out of easy sight. This means we have to take increasingly drastic actions to see the trucks… Including, in this case, going into the third floor of an empty building and looking out those windows.

I should explain that this building was built almost 10 years ago and had remained 2/3 empty this entire time. I can be specific with my estimate because one of three floors is occupied – by a travel agency, which is unaccountable; how are they in business at all?! – but the remaining two floors are completely empty. You can see in from outside and it’s quite clear there’s nothing going on in there.

We went up to the vacant third floor and looked out. Benji loved the freeway view; mom and I had a few guilty conscience startles, but mostly marveled at the ease of entry. Just go in the front door, push the 3 button, and there you go. Doors are all unlocked. Bizarre.