An Interview with The Man in the Concrete
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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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.
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.
Obvious question: Is there an asphalt-on-concrete Virgin Mary somewhere nearby?