Hello from 3:24 a.m., where I’m writing a version of this dispatch via the glow of my phone in the bathroom. I woke from a dream:
People were stuffed inside the elevator at the Tampa Bay Times’ building in downtown St. Petersburg. You know the building. Giant crane from the highest tower in the city plunged into it during Hurricane Milton? Yeah, that one.
In the dream, the elevator was plummeting, and we begged to go up to avoid hurricane floodwaters. We didn’t know a crane would soon be crashing through the high floors…