Yes, it finally happened. Someone looked up at this long-empty building at the corner of Sutter & Taylor in Academy Downs and thought, “Huh, can I climb up on that meager single layer of scaffolding? Yes, I can. Now, can I enter through an open window with a sack of fat caps? Why yes, I can do that as well.” And then he (or maybe she, but I doubt it) went to town on the windows. I have no idea what these letters are spelling, although it may be the final clue in naming the Zodiac killer in which case I’ve totally missed out and will now drown by myself in Manhattans made with Pappy Van Winkle because I just might be insane.