Not since the flag-sucking back in ’84 has there been anything remotely like the nightly ladder-hoist.


We don’t know why they’re hanging ladders in effigy each evening at the Break Wind Lofts at Duggins Flats, but it might have something to do with ladders being more valuable than balsa.

The flag-sucking?

It’s been largely forgotten, though back in the day we used to gather at dusk outside Scoreboard Liquors and watch as the timer activated the pulley inside the Federal Building’s automated flagpole and sucked the American flag inside the pole for the night.

It was more fun than Pac-Man.