Nowhere is more obvious of the latter than Lowertown, St Paul. About 5 city blocks are torn up and loaded with air hammers, bulldozers, pavers and any machine painted yellow. A few blocks away, to add to the misery, the nearly cresting Mississippi River is pressing up into the sandbag-lined Shepards Road.
Today, I was doing a sales box mock-up and was tracing some art by holding the piece up against the window as a substitute lightbox. While tracing, I saw gaggle of construction workers gathered around one kneeling "yellowhat". He had his finger in some freshly laid concrete and his mind was on the holiday coming up this Sunday.
I watched for a minute thinking he'd smooth out and destroy his art, but he and his audience dispersed and left it to dry.
Next time you see someone's name or something drawn in the concrete, don't think it was your humble narrator or some Emo kid. It very well could have been the worker who poured the concrete.
Everyone likes to create.
