Oh Dog, you Sleuth!

I was at this recording studio yesterday morning killing time waiting for some washed up movie star to come in and read a voice over for a spot and I found the room above. I spent about five minutes in there poking around like I owned the place. And more importantly, wishing my apartment was full of all these drawers full of broken electronic junk. No one kicked me out. And I had my camera in my pocket from earlier when I was hoping to spot Heidi again in her Grand Central lair. Incidentally, this facility was right above the train station so that you’re actually looking down on it from an angle that allows you to see in the Park Avenue direction. Just as I was noticing that that awesome statue of Mercury looks really dinky from behind (shear, like a prop on an old movie western [picture didn't come out]), a voice crackled over a hidden PA system screaming about a fire drill. No one flinched except me. But I felt guilty about sneaking around with a camera and waited out the next two hours looking at the newspaper.