The usually mindless 25-minute commute to the office has required a little more attention the past few mornings. Crews of men in hard hats and florescent-trimmed vests have been supervising the cutting down of some rather large pine trees along the apron of 301 South, and a little farther down, another group has been digging troughs for, I assume, the long line of pale aqua pipe pieces that have been littering the ditch like massive tubes of penne. I suspect all of this is in preparation for the extension of utilities to property that borders the interstate.
Kathy Bradley - Micro, macro and penne pasta
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