When I’m dead and buried, perhaps many years from now, I’m sure there will be someone sitting in my chair writing about this familiar question: What should the city of McMinnville do about the Blue Building?I’m beginning to think this isn’t an actual question at all, but rather a rhetorical one. What came first, the chicken or the egg? Can you ever really be thinking about nothing?If the Blue Building gradually sinks into the ground, does it make any noise?