At 11:45am today, Pamela Riley called her husband, shaking in her newly bought boots. “I have barely escaped death,” Riley said over the phone. Moments before she had arrived at home, 40 or so 100-year old bricks came tumbling down blocking her entrance to her residence at 156 N. Third St. Riley and her husband Gresham had just finished up a presentation at the University of Pennsylvania when she decided to go shopping for boots on N. Third St. If she had not stopped to splurge on the winter sale, she may very well have been buried under the pile of bricks. “The property above OLC at 154 N. Third St has been meticulously cared for,” explained Gresham as he sat outside of Cafe Ole with us. “So I can’t imagine why it just suddenly started to fall apart on a beautiful day like today.”  The couple smelled slightly of booze, but we’ll give them a pass since its 80 degrees outside and Riley had just escaped death’s clutch. Everyone gets one.