Strictly Madison. I walked up State Street in the late afternoon today and saw two notable things:
1. An aging folksinger guy strumming an old guitar. He was standing on the sidewalk and singing, "I hate war/I hate war/I hate war/I hate war."
2. A woman twenty feet up in a cherry picker hanging individual green leaf-shaped fabric scraps on a tree. She had gotten about halfway through attaching the leaves all over the branches, right where the real leaves will come out in a few months. Near to her in the concrete speaker's pulpit, which rises about fifteen feet above the square was a guy with a notebook, presumably a reporter, interviewing her, yelling out questions like, "How did you get the idea? Where did you get the scraps?"
1. An aging folksinger guy strumming an old guitar. He was standing on the sidewalk and singing, "I hate war/I hate war/I hate war/I hate war."
2. A woman twenty feet up in a cherry picker hanging individual green leaf-shaped fabric scraps on a tree. She had gotten about halfway through attaching the leaves all over the branches, right where the real leaves will come out in a few months. Near to her in the concrete speaker's pulpit, which rises about fifteen feet above the square was a guy with a notebook, presumably a reporter, interviewing her, yelling out questions like, "How did you get the idea? Where did you get the scraps?"