Moments ago, I heard some heroic music blaring from Schutze's office. I walked in and found Jim inches from his computer screen, watching this video over and over and over again, as though it were a porn loop. It's from Dallas City Hall, a just-posted teaser for the Margaret Hunt Hill. I said, loudly, over and over again, "Jim, Jim, Jim." He turned around, startled, his eyes blank, his mouth a wide grin. And all he could say was: "We're fixin' to go up." Suspense, thy name is Schutze.