So I'm re-building the sculpture at Ardmore Ave. and Lancaster Ave. for the umpteenth time before going into work at Pet Valu, when a man stops by and asks if I'm the person who does the sculptures. Naturally, my first response, which I stifled, was, "No, I'm just a stupid idiot who stopped by to scatter the rocks around the lot". But, he seemed to be a fan, so I bit my tongue and responded appropriately. His daughter likes the sculpture and he wanted to pass on her appreciation.
Well, she may like my work, but when I passed by after work, it was already knocked down. I quickly cut across the traffic and turned into the lot to do a rapid re-do. While I'm working on the sculpture, a man in a electric wheel-chair comes across the lot to where I am. He slowly unzips his jacket and starts reaching into his coat. And I'm standing there thinking,"If he pulls out a gun, I'm dead! Why the hell would he pull out a gun? I can't hit a guy in a wheelchair because he looks like he's pulling a gun on me. Or can I?" By this time he's already taken out his camera, and has started taking pictures of the rock sculpture. Damn, am I glad I waited to see what he was going for in that jacket.