I got a letter from the city last month that prior to the re-surfacing project in Tangletown, they will be re-doing some of the curbs. (I am technically part of the Tangletown neighborhood, but my street is actually a county road, so I am not affected by this.) Every morning Guinevere and I have been seeing signs of the project; they dug up all the affected curbs first and then are going back to add the new concrete.
When we came around a corner yesterday, we were surprised by a group of ELEVEN construction workers, all in their neon yellow vests, standing around one of the holds where a curb had been. While we watched, the concrete mixer started to whirr and soon there was concrete glopping into the hole. Two of the eleven worked to control where the concrete was pouring and the other nine started smoothing out the mixture. I’m not sure if they really needed nine guys to do this, but I’m sure it made the job go quickly.
As Guinevere and I continued on our walk, I said to her “well, now you’ve been to a concrete workers’ convention”. She was more interested in the smells along the sidewalk than the convention. I kept thinking about it and realized that except for two Stampin’Up annual conventions about 20 years ago, I haven’t been to any other conventions. Trade shows yes, conventions no. Full disclosure — I did drive a friend downtown to a Star Trek convention once and drove around the block several times while he ran in to buy a couple of t-shirts. But I didn’t actually go inside so I’m not counting that!
Have you ever been to a convention? Any good stories?