Here's the scenario. It's between midnight and six in the morning. I'm either coming to or going from the studio. I prefer to use the southwest access which takes me past the back side of the UMFA. Every now and then I sense a presence in the window. He's good for a sudden jolt of adrenaline every single time. Generally speaking, I'm not a jumpy person but museum man seems to have my number. In my defense... why is this dark silhouette staring holes through me at a time of day when the chickens are still snoozing? It doesn't help that the scale is way off either. He's got to be ten feet tall or better.
