I had lunch today with a friend who reminded me she'd been the one who was approached by Shorenstein security on a recent weekend while standing on the sidewalk outside of our building and told she wasn't allowed to take a photograph of her husband with our (“their”) building in the background. Which makes even less sense. This was followed this evening with an email from a reader who'd once worked in my building who told a story about Shorenstein security asking a worker in the building to “use the back door” as the rubber wheels on her wheel chair were leaving marks on the lobby floor. But this is enough for Shorenstein; now and maybe forever.

Did I mention it's Friday? Yes I did. Here in Oakland.