New Police Elevator Inspection Team

**Ray1936** · February-27-16, 01:19 PM

Back about 1980 the DPD Lts. & Sgts. Association had their union offices in the Wurlitzer Building. We were always getting stuck in one of the two elevators; it was at least a monthly event. The building owner, Nick somebody or other, lived on the top floor. About 1982 he buzzed for the elevator, the doors opened, and he stepped in. Only there was no elevator there. The eight story drop didn't hurt him a bit, but the sudden stop at the bottom knocked the shit out of him. True story.

**Gannon** · February-28-16, 10:29 AM

Originally Posted by Ray1936

Back about 1980 the DPD Lts. & Sgts. Association had their union offices in the Wurlitzer Building. We were always getting stuck in one of the two elevators; it was at least a monthly event. The building owner, Nick somebody or other, lived on the top floor. About 1982 he buzzed for the elevator, the doors opened, and he stepped in. Only there was no elevator there. The eight story drop didn't hurt him a bit, but the sudden stop at the bottom knocked the shit out of him. True story.

One seldom sees Karma whiplashing so obviously...how soon were the elevators fixed after that?!

Devoid his excrement, can we assume he died?

**Ray1936** · February-28-16, 01:14 PM

Originally Posted by Gannon

One seldom sees Karma whiplashing so obviously...how soon were the elevators fixed after that?!

Devoid his excrement, can we assume he died?

Well, his wife took over management of the building, and I would suppose those antique elevators were repaired to some degree. But the LSA moved out of the building shortly thereafter [[about 1981) and the fate of the structure lost interest to us, I suppose.

To answer the last question, oh yeah, he was killed instantly. I often wonder what his last thoughts were as he went from floor to floor. He was a nice guy, too. Darn shame.

**Wesley Mouch** · February-28-16, 02:24 PM

Originally Posted by Ray1936

Back about 1980 the DPD Lts. & Sgts. Association had their union offices in the Wurlitzer Building. We were always getting stuck in one of the two elevators; it was at least a monthly event. The building owner, Nick somebody or other, lived on the top floor. About 1982 he buzzed for the elevator, the doors opened, and he stepped in. Only there was no elevator there. The eight story drop didn't hurt him a bit, but the sudden stop at the bottom knocked the shit out of him. True story.

Write that book!

[[Note however that elevator doors are opened BY the elevator cab, and the door lock is operated by the physical presence of the cab. They are however just machines, and are imperfect. But for doors to open by themselves is close to impossible. The inner elevator door opens the hallway door.)