Ever since I started coming out this way, I’ve always felt a sense of foreboding around this office building, located on Olde Countrie Roade in front of Roosevelt Field: A Spooky Lil’ Mall.
Somebody deliberately picked that address, almost certainly knowing its wicked context. It’s not like we’re in the City, where you’re boxed in and have to follow a strict numbering sequence. The gas station next door is #640, and the next closest business on that side of the block, (“Ma’am, this is a…”) Wendy’s, is #820.
I used to wonder why Precision Spying Plus Psychic Waterboarding doesn’t have its offices here, as tribute to their stinky dark lord, but I guess that would be a little too on-the-nose. They prefer keeping it clandestine, so they’re tucked away over on East Gate Blvd behind Whole Foods.
“Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.”
-Revelation 13:18