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A Boston story in 50 words
By Rick Blum

I spied a man with binoculars during a lunchtime stroll. It was my first day working near the new Hancock building. “What’s up,’’ I asked, as he scanned upwards. “Watching windows,’’ he said offhandedly. “They’re popping out like corks on New Year’s.’’ I beat a hasty retreat to my office. ­­— RICK BLUM