This End Girder had spontaneously (as far as I could tell) reappeared by the time I rolled into the parking lot.
Egg: East End: 10:34 AM
Egg: SEast: Within a minute of the last one... AM
Egg: SEast ~12:15 PM
Our Egg is Soo0 tall... "How tall Is it?..."
"27 foot 6..." So says the man at the top of the scaffolding w/ nar'y a thing to hang onto,
save the wind, his wits, and a thin nylon wire.
This, to be precise.
Egg: East End: EOD 2: ~3:45 PM
SEast End
"Superman!...", "Nuh Uh..." "Hey, Look... Superman!", "What?... That bird?"
Picnic Table *Still* in use.
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