We don’t come out of the womb standing and aspire to one day crawl. On the contrary, our goal instinctively, while still gaga-goo gooing, our faces caked with puréed cauliflower and butternut squash, is to get vertical. Upright. Like an ancient Redwood standing tall in a shaded forest in Big Sur, or a cadet at full attention at Fort Benning.  Because vertical means strong. Stable. Grounded. In simple illustration, it can be the side of a house. In math it’s the Y-axis. In a doctor’s office, it’s a measuring stick for yourself and those around you. And to us, it’s a minimal, elegant piece of wrist art coming in both grey and green. So our apologies, Leaning Tower of Pisa. People may travel far and wide to see you, but to us you are nothing but an architectural embarrassment. An age-old, eight story, 5.5 degree joke. And something tells us you know it.