The Seattle Post-Intelligencer’s rooftop mascot pleads his case in an opinion column. (Can we all try to keep our cringing in check and hear him out, given the circumstances)?

Sure, I’m rusted out, my lights are broken, I’m covered in a variety of bird poop but I don’t mind. I’ve enjoyed aging up here and believe that my rust and broken bits are my equivalent of gray hair and deep laugh lines from years of smiling down on the city…


What will happen to me? Please don’t blow me up…

Please keep me here. I want to continue to be looked at and admired for the piece of artistic history that I am. Put me on display. What else am I going to do? I can’t dance. I can’t sing. I can’t blog.

Sure you could, Globe (you just wrote an opinion column, didn’t you)? Why, I bet you could even Twitter…

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Liz Cox Barrett is a writer at CJR.