The wind was howling today – disturbing crashes were disrupting the work of yours truly and nextdoor-office-neighbor Judy Geyer. We checked with Amy downstairs, but she was oblivious to all external noises. But there it was again: BANG! THUD! Kerchunk!
It might have been the anniversary of the Boston marathon bombing and Mary Maguire’s related words of encouragement this morning… or it could have been something already present deep within their souls. But a few brave Abt-Cambridge employees donned their spring jackets and made their way into the breach. Two barn-sized doors were unsecured in the breezeway below the hallway of whatever this portion of the building is called! Debris was everywhere, although mostly on the ground. Friedman lifted a cinderblock that must have been twice his own weight out of the way of the slamming doors. Epstein picked up a piece of wood in a fearless manner, having no time this afternoon for splinters. RJ looked fearfully at the wind-tossed rain. But in a rare exhibit of all five (six?) of Abt’s core values at once, they managed to “batten down the hatches” as it were – and the doors would slam no more.