Elevator Bob and I got to be buddies during my many rides up to the 7th floor. He took care of me, making sure people scooted over and let me and my big bin of signs on. At one point two of us had bins in the elevator. We stopped at a floor, but there was no room for the people waiting. Bob told the folks he’d be right back. A man waiting mumbled something. Bob turned to my colleague and I. “What’d he say?” My colleague immediately responded, “He said, ‘Yankees suck!'” Bob laughed and said, “A good man, he is. I’ll take care of him.”