From the Editor’s Desk

If you’re reading this column, then you already know that I survived what I’m about to tell you about. In all of the years I’ve owned my downtown building, my “help” with most projects, repairs, etc, has been my oldest child. He helped move many an appliance up and down the apartment stairway, change light bulbs in the large fluorescent overheads in the store level, haul out left behind furniture from tenants, etc.