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.