This morning, Sylvan and I made a brief stop on the way to school to gaze longingly at a concrete mixer (mixah duck!) disgorging its contents into a big hole in the road. I was on my bike, and Sylvan was in the bike trailer. Four burly guys in fluorescent green vests and hardhats and boots were manhandling the concrete delivery tube and smoothing out the concrete in the hole.
Many bike trailers have triangular orange or yellow flags sprouting from their rears to alert cell-phone-wielding drivers to their presence. Ours did not come with a flag, so Julie mounted a giant plastic sunflower to the back.
As we pulled away from the construction site, we were serenaded by at least two of the aforementioned burly guys. In (possibly unintentional) harmony. “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….”
Yep, that’s where we live.
