An Interview with The Man in the Concrete
By Dan the L.A. City Bureaucrat - Monday August 21st 2006
Sitting just outside the federal building downtown, where masses of recent immigrants huddle to breathe free, is a much-loved Los Angeles landmark. Borne of a cracked sidewalk, lovingly poured in asphalt and welcoming us with open arms is The Man in the Concrete.
LJ: Good morning, Man in the Concrete. How are you doing?
MitC:
LJ: Great to hear. Does it hurt when large men step on your face?
MitC:
LJ: Huh. I wouldn’t have thought that. And birds?
MitC:
LJ: Oh God.
MitC:
LJ: Well, that’s all the time we have. Thanks for stopping by. No, please, don’t get up.
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Obvious question: Is there an asphalt-on-concrete Virgin Mary somewhere nearby?
As far as I can tell, there is no Virgin Mary downtown. I would check Little Tokyo… the coffee at Cafe Take 5 is divine. Perhaps that’s a clue.
A BVM-shaped pothole on one of the city’s major arterials would also qualify. Santa Fe would be too obvious, although that’s probably the most likely spot to find one.