The Strauss building, a tall spear, diamond like structure, coming from the ground pointing to the sky. The man that worked in this building was an architect. A tall build and a navy blue suit to fit his daily routine of charting measurement from top to bottom spending his days collecting his thoughts in a glass window overlooking the city of Cincinnati. His brown eyes glimpsed the grey of the rain and the haze lingering over the bridge passing over the Cincinnati River seeing his reflection in the glass looking into his own fair stare turning back to his desk he picks up the black phone dialing from the corner of his desk Cynthia the receptionist saying “ hello “ from the other end of the telephone. “Cynthia, can you connect me with the Cincinnati airline, I need to fly” “ this weekend preferably”.