A friend once told me that universities do most of their construction during the summer months because that’s when benefactors come and visit campus and they like to see new projects going up. Their money being well spent.
True or not, I’ve seen a lot of construction happening lately. Homes being built and roads being repaved, scaffolding going up. I’m always astounded by construction projects. You see people working on something one day. Then you blink your eyes, 3 months passes and it’s up. Like magic.
Throughout the year I get irked by all the projects and they’re endless clatter, but this summer I’ve got a different attitude. I’m inspired. I’ve got no time this summer to gripe about jackhammers and buzzsaws.
I’ve got my own jackhammering and my own buzzsawing to do. The story kind. I’ve got tales that won’t tell themselves.
The other day my way was blocked by yellow tape, and peering past barricade I saw that it was none other than a patch of wet cement. I got giddy. A patch of wet cement is the urban shamrock. Luckier than rabbit’s foot.
What would you write on a patch of wet cement? What would you print on it?
Do you feel the enthusiasm growing?
Summer’s like that. Summer’s a time to take out the hammer and nails. It’s a season to build, a season of wet cement.
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