Eyeball-worthy post at Vox by a local writer/photographer calling himself City Chicken, whose birthday gift from a pal [["drinking buddy and ghetto purist") was a guided tour up 36 flights to the David Broderick Tower roof on Sept. 15.

He shares 13 snaps -- some stunning -- and waxes eloquently [[overly so at times) about "the debris-clad ghosts of this once-proud skyscraper and the people who were once its inhabitants."
Imagination sprints while flapping its arms wildly at the thoughts of what life was like in this grand unit. . . . Sadly, I have no photos but trust me when I say the suite encompassed the entire floor, had four slate balconies at each corner of the building and its own built-in bar. . . .

"[On] the roof, the city -- at least for this night -- was ours. . . . You come down to the ground a changed man after an adventure like this.