On my walk down to Commercial Street in Portland yesterday,  I heard the hissing sound of a hose or sprayer but couldn't for the life of me find where it was coming from. Then I looked up.

There it was. A guy sitting on a tiny little board, in rain gear, dangling eight stories above Fore Street, pressure washing the side of a building.

You couldn't pay me enough to do this job. I know they have all kinds of safety gear to prevent them from the unthinkable, but still! These guys must fear nothing.

Give me a bottle of Windex and a roll of paper towels while I do my cleaning with my feet planted firmly on the ground!