47 seconds of handrail tones

I’ve got a corner office in Schuette Hall. “The result of a quick climb up the corporate ladder!” I always joke. But the joke’s on me since despite having the corner, I still have just one window. (A generous student used one page of their color print quota to make me a second window with a nice ocean view.)

Regardless of my window count, one nice thing about the corner office is that right across the hall I have an underused stairwell that leads directly to the parking lot. I can usually make a quick, sneaky exit from the building without anybody seeing me. Whether I’m headed in or out, I’m usually in a good mood when I take these stairs, so I typically play a jaunty little tune on the handrails as I go. You can get some pretty interesting sounds in the echo-y, triangular, cement chamber.