"...Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
for the children, they mark, and the children, they know,
the place where the sidewalk ends."
- from Where The Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein
View the entire poem here - OR have it read TO you by rapper T-Pain here.
Given my attraction to the industrial milieu, it’s pretty perfect that I spend my work day surrounded by the very same. The break room back door overlooks a machine yard, outdoor picnic tables provide views of the train tracks, and a sunny yellow crane is directly opposite today’s shady lunch spot on the south lawn. Weather in the 70s plus mechanical vistas - life is grand! Maybe I'll top it off with waffles for supper. (Now where did that come from?)
