I contemplate the time and money and coordination that went into this example of what I can only imagine is money in a budget that must be spent. It’s like someone had a challenged nephew that needed a summer job.
“Where The Sidewalk Ends” by Shel Silverstein wasn’t satisfying in its conclusion? I wish this was a farce. But it is a really well constructed and labelled barricade to let you know that if you walk around this sign, you won’t be on the non-existent sidewalk, which happens to be closed. If it existed.
When I walked around this incredibly ridiculous barricade, I spent that one second in fear that I would be shot by a sniper for not obeying the sign, while hoping with some sort of strange longing that on the other side, looking rearward, it would say, “SIDEWALK OPEN”, but alas, it was not the case.
Must be something like what baseball teams feel at the trade deadline.
