96th floor of the Hancock

After a rickety ride up John Hancock, you plunge into melodramatic darkness. But hey, it helps you see the city. Squirmy lights crisscross the streets. Pace buses and Flash Cabs inch down Michigan to the sound of...In my attempt to YouTube a generic smooth jazz song or artist (such as one that might be played in the Hancock Signature Room), I stumbled (YouTubed) upon a video about Siamese twins. Today, a new dimension of questions has sprawled in my mind.