“Is that new?”
Mo and I are wandering around downtown on a cloudy Friday afternoon. The city has decided to tear up the two-block stretch leading to the only businesses still in operation, so we’ve been on a hard-hat operation to reach our fish joint.
We’re going back a different way because I said hello to a construction guy on the way there, and being shy I can’t go past him again. Yes, Mo puts up with this. Go figure.
As we turn the corner, Mo is looking at the wall. It’s different.
Here’s what it used to look like. I’ve always liked it. Urban blight in a graphically pleasing way.
But today it looked like this.
And upon closer inspection, this.
What does it mean? I’m not sure. But then I never really understood the painting of that lady in the rocking chair either.
All I know for sure is that a bleak downtown just got a little bit brighter, and two people on a dark, windy day stood in an empty parking lot thinking maybe the world isn’t such a bad place after all. Maybe.
Now I want a cat taco …