Just a few minutes ago, there were, let’s see, well, there was the one crane that crashed into the Dallas Museum of Art this morning. Then, later, two other cranes arrived to help rescue it. That is still happening right now. Once those other cranes arrived, I — Zac Crain, what’s up, shawty? — went downstairs and across the street to check it out. And, as it happens, in a complete coincidence, I wore my Crain shirt today. So there were, I guess you could say, five cranes/Crains in front of the DMA.
Now, if something were to happen to one of the other cranes, I’d have to assume they would bring in two more cranes to rescue it. You best believe I’m going back downstairs for that. If BOTH cranes get into trouble, then we’re talking four more cranes. And so on. I don’t know how many cranes can fit out there. I hope I don’t find out. Or maybe I hope I do. Whatever. It’s Good Friday, y’all.
