Thursday, April 18, 2013
If you checked out the title of this post, you've got a pretty good clue.
I was sitting at a table at Crema, a local coffee shop on Commercial Street, the other morning, and this contraption was hanging near my feet. The shop is in an old warehouse along the water. I like it, because even on a Sunday morning, it's open early at 7 AM. Ok, let's get the suspense over with right now. They're weights that allow a nearby, large metal door to open and close.
If you listen carefully, can't you just hear the faint echoes of the Band's The Weight in the distance?
"I pulled into Nazareth, I was feelin' about half past dead..."