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Elevator Lobby Flowers #3: The Power of Levitation

Some readers have wondered about the reason for these weekly flower posts. The short of the story is a condominium association at Marina City that appears to be of the opinion that it’s doing residents a favor by allowing a volunteer floral terrorist-cum-arranger to plop awful, phoney flower arrangements in our main elevator lobbies every week. Like these.

Marina City Taps Run Dry Once More, New Water Pumps to Blame

You West Tower residents, you think you’re so high and mighty, laughing and lording it over us East Tower folks just because we’ve been the ones stuck with most of the fires, floods, and water pressure poop-outs lately. Well chuckle no more, you ne’er-do-well neighbors. It’s your turn now, do you hear? It’s your turn!

Tower Dour Flower Power: Marina City’s Elevator Lobby Flowers #1

For the better part of a year the elevator lobbies in both Marina City towers have been graced with officially sanctioned rotating floral displays. Lucky for us Marina Citizens, to keep costs down, instead of using the services of a floral designer, or of an actual flower for that matter, these budget bouquets are created in-house by Marina City’s stealthy florist, let’s call them Deep Stem, using plastic parts in place of pistils and petals.

Marina City Celebrates Official May Apartment Fire

You didn’t think we at Marina City could let the month of May pass without having our regular, monthly apartment fire, did you? Last night East Tower unit 4527 burned, attracting yet another contingent of festively dressed firemen and their dozen jauntily illuminated emergency vehicles to the plaza below. Sooty footprints extend from the unit this morning, as does the stench of recently burned possessions.

Bottomless Woman Found in Endless Hallway

Earlier this month during a raucous late-night party at Marina City, one resident forcibly ejected from his apartment a woman naked from the waist down. The woman proceeded to knock on doors around and around the circular hallway, crying and begging for help until building security and the Chicago Police Department arrived. And that’s par for life in the corncobs.