
Several weeks ago at our SoDo office I made a trek to Daniel Smith to pick up some pens and rulers. And because I am sans automobile, I had to take a strange route to get there in order to avoid the closed sidewalks due to construction. I found myself wandering through a back lot along a train track when I noticed something peculiar. Jumping out at me amongst the sea of grey and brown, gravel and garbage, was an ear of corn. It had already been plucked of its kernels, but there it was, right next to a crushed plastic cup that had obviously been there much, much longer.