It's called the Flamingo Huffine. check http://www.emporis.com/en/il/im/?id=153393

It was the flood that began the whole thing, but really the fire that started the flood. The old sprinklers were melted open and the pipes, used to clamping down and freezing through the New England winters, burst with the heat. (go with it Hofo, this is actually a story I'm working on and I'm stuck right now, perhaps your creative juices will help me carry my anti-hero past the top of page four, or perhaps you will craft something so stunningly beautiful that I will give up writing forever and become an itinerate milkmaid.)

Jes i will see what i can do i am thinking a couple of things right now, like giants and maybe dinasaurs. But we will see? I am hoping to get up to Chicago soon to see all of you fine fine chicagoians

'fine, that would be great. you know we all need our regular heaping helping of huffine. i know few things in the world that are as familiar smelling as sawdust and cigarette smoke in clothes. maybe beer drying on pavement.