The Fubar

A crane came down on 51st and 2nd and landed on top of the Fubar. Pamen is trying to find out whether anybody was inside. The owner, lives in the building upstairs from the bar. John, who plays soccer with her, also lives upstairs and he is not answering his calls. The Fubar is where Pamen celebrated her birthday and where the whole soccer gang meets on Wednesdays. I am waiting for more news.

As usual, I was oblivious to all of this. As always, I found out from a phone call. This time is was Vivian, checking to see if I was OK. I was tinkering with my computers in bed, with the windows open and I thought there was an unusual helicopter traffic but I seemed to remember Bush was in town today and did not give it a second thought. Shit.