Then, maybe a decade later I found myself on that street, a main entrance into Edmonton. I sort of recognized something about this sign, but it was some time before I realized that I'd spent all that time fussing with invisible detail.
Now I ask, if I can, where work is being used.
Some day, when the sign gets all rusted out, and Strathcona extends another 10K south, some workman might nail these aluminum trains to his garage, and the rivets will be appreciated.