As I rounded and rounded the block wondering why I couldn't find a damn parking space downtown I pulled slowly past an under construction patio right near my work and as I pulled into a curbside parking space I saw some debris tumble onto the sidewalk. I knew they'd had the lift with a guy doing some stuff on the building this week so didn't think too much of it. Then when I got out of my car and looked up, no man working, just two more lion heads affixed to the building, like this one that had just fallen two stories. The chance that I was there right as it happened is a little scary. If someone had been working below on the patio surely they would've died or been seriously injured by this piece of stone. And this space where it tumbled to the sidewalk is exactly where I walk each day to retrieve the mail. I've heard about pieces of old buildings falling in places like NY, but not here in little Helena Montana. You'd have never known what hit you. Luckily, no one was around late in the work day to meet their end.
