Who wasn’t fascinated by construction sites when they were kids? Peering through the fencing, watching the big cranes hoist girders into place, hearing the heavy equipment beeping and whirring, seeing the hard-hatted workers, dizzingly high in the air, balanced on the steel framework as they maneuver materials into place — construction sites are beehives of activity, made for open-mouthed gaping by girls and boys.
In my case, the fascination has continued from childhood to codgerdom. Every day I pass this construction site on my way to work, and I always take a good long look. Fortunately, our building doesn’t have a view of the ongoing work, or else I’d spend a slice of each work day gazing at it in slack-jawed wonder.
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