Did you see the destruction around Storke Plaza after this weekend? There was trash everywhere. It looked more like a place to get heroin than a place to relax and study. But the plaza has always had all the elements of urban blight: the barren concrete, the lonely, spaced-out trees, the polluted waterway and the shut down public works project.

The last one is referring to the fountain they built in memory of… someone. If it’s OK for them to let the thing run dry, it’s OK for me to forget the lady’s name in the time it took me to walk from the fountain to the Nexus office.

Monday’s forecast: The fountain isn’t totally dry. A co-worker and I poured in a bit of our 40s while we traded stories about our old homegirl What’s-Her-Name.