The elevator doors. I don’t think I’ve ever seen more beautiful doors anywhere. In the world. I’m sure they can be equaled or bested in any large city, but these always looked like portals into some zinc-and-ivory Deco paradise. Actually, they just took you up to the lawyers and dentists.

When I took them as a kid, they were hand-operated, with cages. I don’t know anyone who misses cages; seeing the floors go by was a little unnerving, especially when you were between floors. It was like being buried alive, in jail.

Come to think of it, this might be evidence that Fargo was visited by Klingon warships in the 30s.