So, I'm sort of obsessed with this building, which I pass on the way to my current freelance client. This building, owned by the General Growth CompanyŽ, is so retro, I feel like I'm walking past 1977 every day. The lights glow with a dull florescence, and I could've sworn I saw an executive fixing himself a gimlet, or a secretary adjusting her stocking tops.

I've had offers to tour the building from people who've heard about my obsession, but I don't want to ruin the fantasy. The minute I see a flat panel monitor instead of the electric typewriter I assume they all work with, the dream is dead.