Sunday, March 25, 2012

A Place for the Tired

During my walk along Massachusetts Avenue, I passed a nice park bench 
outside a neighborhood pub. Painted glossy black, it had the 
distinction of being "upholstered," with arms and backrest,
made from sections of tires. At first, I thought the tires were from old
automobiles, turned inside out. That is, I did until I realized I could read the
manufacturers' names along the rims. This being Indy, 
maybe they're used racing tires: Decorated with streaks
of white paint and glamed up with some large rhinestones,
 they have no tread, making them useless for anything
more stressful than decorative cushions.

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