Driving through Hoboken one Autumn afternoon in 2003, I happened upon this building. I don't know why it reminded me of Ulysses. But there was this train of thought that a building could be a character in a story as much as any person could, and so, here's this building AND its got my name on it. I no longer remember what street this building is located on.
Even though its kind of in the blue collar part of Hoboken, I still find stately elements in this building's facade. I don't much care for the cheaply affixed address on the glass door, but how could I not respond to my name etched in stone and spelled properly?
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