imagine you are standing at the top of the highest building for many miles around describe what you see and hear below you, and the scene around you at the top
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the skyscrapers around me, the clouds so close, i feel like i could touch them. the forest in the back of the city, the crowds pushing through, people selling all kinds of food. the smell is overwhelming. the cars whooshing by down on the roads... the lights from houses and buildings in the almost silent night, im so high up i cant bear to look directly down but its worth the view.
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I was working on a project in Wilmington, North Carolina, in the summer of 1961 or 1962. I was 17 or 18 years old and worked for a corrugated asbestos company at the time. I had previously worked on a half-dozen or so projects with them across the country and was a seasoned hand.
The project was some sort of industrial project...power plant or refinery, I'm not sure because it wasn't important to me at the time. Anyway, I was known as the topper. At the time, the topper was the man in charge of inspecting the already installed work and ensuring that the corrugations on the sheet of siding about to be installed were aligned with all those below. I was perched on the 8′′ channel iron girt that served as a horizontal attachment point, while the two mechanics below were working on a swinging stage. The girts were at the sheet's bottom, midpoint, and top, and I was always at the top to clamp the sheet to the iron when the corrugations aligned with those below. This structure stood 310 feet tall, and the higher I went with my two vise grips, the more visceral the experience. This was long before OSHA, and anyone who couldn't 'walk the iron' was considered a wuss who should stay on the ground. There was no safety equipment at all. There was no harness or lanyard in sight.
Not for me, the scaffolders, or any of the iron workers. At break time, column setters rode the 'headache ball' up and down. The man lift was in the structure's core and was too far away to mess with. I wanted a "American Bridge" hardhat after I learned how to slide down a column. It was the pinnacle of heavy construction at the time.
Anyway, the sheets were 10 feet long, and after each course was screwed off, the scaffold was raised, and I had to climb to the next level by grabbing a sag rod and pulling myself up. It sounds terrifying in the retelling, but it was simply part of the job. Anyway, back to the question. Looking 300 feet down the side of a slick-surfaced building with nothing but open steel framework behind and nothing to hang on to was both a thrill and a strange experience that created an almost sexual rush. I never felt the need to be anything other than cautious, but the thought of what it would be like to 'fly' did occasionally pass through my mind.
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