Who took the picture of him perching to take the picture? Then a picture of the guy taking the picture of the guy taking the picture of the guy taking…….
How dare those construction workers risk their lives by smoking on the job, and in New York no less!
they drop their butts from there, they’ll end up in new jersey.
That makes me queasy just looking at the picture. Not fond of heights. IIRC, these were Irish immigrant workers.
No negro’s up there, that’s for sure. If they had been they would have called themselves negronauts…telling everyone how they done been in outerspace and stuff.
Pics of heights make my palms sweat.
I fly a helecopter 5-6 days a week, but I could not climb around on an open sky scraper.
When I first started flying I would take photographers with me for 100 bucks an hour. They would sit in the doorway wearing a harness.
I don’t think I could do that either.
Some people are not afraid of heights. I am.
Yeah, don’t they know how dangerous smoking is! And where are their hard hats, padded suits, safety harnesses, bubble wrap, knee pads and Union rep. They were just lucky that Andrew Cuomo the Homo wasn’t around or they would have been replaced by Mexican laborers fresh from their swim across the Rio Bravo!
Rio Bravo? They swam across a town? OK. They must be pretty dusty after that “swim”.
Let’s call them Dirtbacks to differentiate them from the ones that swam across the Rio Grande.
Rio Bravo? They swam across a town? They must be pretty dusty after that “swim”.
Let’s call them DIrtbacks to differentiate them from the ones that swim across the Rio Grande.
Sorry for the double post. Very long lag between sending and it showing up today. I thought the first one was lost.
I glanced at the photos and got dizzy. 🙂 Have no problem flying, but hold on to the interior wall in observation towers. Can no longer look down a flight of stairs without a security blanket of a wall or banister to hold on to.
I wasn’t afraid of heights one iota until a family I knew was killed in an accident on the Skyway between IN and Chicago. I was expecting our first child at the time. I used to drive that strip before that as fast as I could, thinking “whee, I’m flying.” My fear of heights imbedded itself when I realized that I was no longer my own, that I was responsible for preservation of self for loved ones. I think it would make an interesting psychological study.
As a granny it got worse when I was hit with real vertigo about 5 years ago.
I was going to guess Matt Drudge, about to snap a pic of O and Reggie.
Dave, I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been flying since I was 16 years old, but to this day, I can’t ride a ferris wheel.
Ahhhh, the jokes on you! Mexicans call the Rio Grande River the Rio Bravo River (Americans call it the Rio Grande-same river same-verse!!!
Had no fear of heights until my Dad took me up on the roof of the Sears Tower. The roof – not the observation deck.
Wind howling, him laughing, me frozen in place, sphincter so tight you couldna got a BB up there. You can see eternity up there – no problem. He made up for it – I never bought a beer that night.
Miss him.
My bad, I forgot we are all Mexicans now.
I get dizzy looking out the 2nd story of my house! It’s ridiculious! Claustrophobic too!
How would you like to be a homosexual sitting on that beam above the city, and then find out the guy next to you is a moslem?
Look’s like a job the feminist’s wouldn’t do!
Another thing that we couldn’t do today. Men were men as they say.
Not to be confused with the owner of the Brooklyn Dodgers in the early 1900s.
Here is the full story.
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/lunch-atop-a-skyscraper-photograph-the-story-behind-the-famous-shot-43931148/
Who took the picture of him perching to take the picture? Then a picture of the guy taking the picture of the guy taking the picture of the guy taking…….
How dare those construction workers risk their lives by smoking on the job, and in New York no less!
they drop their butts from there, they’ll end up in new jersey.
That makes me queasy just looking at the picture. Not fond of heights. IIRC, these were Irish immigrant workers.
No negro’s up there, that’s for sure. If they had been they would have called themselves negronauts…telling everyone how they done been in outerspace and stuff.
Pics of heights make my palms sweat.
I fly a helecopter 5-6 days a week, but I could not climb around on an open sky scraper.
When I first started flying I would take photographers with me for 100 bucks an hour. They would sit in the doorway wearing a harness.
I don’t think I could do that either.
Some people are not afraid of heights. I am.
Yeah, don’t they know how dangerous smoking is! And where are their hard hats, padded suits, safety harnesses, bubble wrap, knee pads and Union rep. They were just lucky that Andrew Cuomo the Homo wasn’t around or they would have been replaced by Mexican laborers fresh from their swim across the Rio Bravo!
Rio Bravo? They swam across a town? OK. They must be pretty dusty after that “swim”.
Let’s call them Dirtbacks to differentiate them from the ones that swam across the Rio Grande.
Rio Bravo? They swam across a town? They must be pretty dusty after that “swim”.
Let’s call them DIrtbacks to differentiate them from the ones that swim across the Rio Grande.
Sorry for the double post. Very long lag between sending and it showing up today. I thought the first one was lost.
I glanced at the photos and got dizzy. 🙂 Have no problem flying, but hold on to the interior wall in observation towers. Can no longer look down a flight of stairs without a security blanket of a wall or banister to hold on to.
I wasn’t afraid of heights one iota until a family I knew was killed in an accident on the Skyway between IN and Chicago. I was expecting our first child at the time. I used to drive that strip before that as fast as I could, thinking “whee, I’m flying.” My fear of heights imbedded itself when I realized that I was no longer my own, that I was responsible for preservation of self for loved ones. I think it would make an interesting psychological study.
As a granny it got worse when I was hit with real vertigo about 5 years ago.
I was going to guess Matt Drudge, about to snap a pic of O and Reggie.
Dave, I know exactly what you mean. I’ve been flying since I was 16 years old, but to this day, I can’t ride a ferris wheel.
Ahhhh, the jokes on you! Mexicans call the Rio Grande River the Rio Bravo River (Americans call it the Rio Grande-same river same-verse!!!
Had no fear of heights until my Dad took me up on the roof of the Sears Tower. The roof – not the observation deck.
Wind howling, him laughing, me frozen in place, sphincter so tight you couldna got a BB up there. You can see eternity up there – no problem. He made up for it – I never bought a beer that night.
Miss him.
My bad, I forgot we are all Mexicans now.
I get dizzy looking out the 2nd story of my house! It’s ridiculious! Claustrophobic too!
How would you like to be a homosexual sitting on that beam above the city, and then find out the guy next to you is a moslem?
my dad was an ironworker, he was one tough sob