On the third floor of the Sagendorph Building here at Yankee Publishing, at the end of the hall near where my temporary office sits, is a room called, internally, the “crow’s nest.” Many of my meetings this week have been hosted there, and in previous years I’ve set up temporary office there; in an earlier incarnation it was the office of my friend and colleague the late John Pierce.
I can walk out of the Crow’s Nest and unto the roof of the building and appear on The Old Farmer’s Almanac webcam; here’s me doing just that (the image is tilted because the camera got tilted by construction workers):
I noticed this morning that the phone in the room is labelled “Crows Nst,” which takes its unofficial name into officialdom. I love this.
