There's just something about that crazy-eyed stare that makes you want to trust him with your kids.
That's not the only thought that public art leads me to, but some folks are better at thinking than others.
Did you miss the part that said Norfolk Southern is responsible for maintaining the bridge? The railroad pays for it, the cost of which is passed to their customers, and their customers, and their customers, and eventually to us. One way or another, we pay for it. But that's what has to happen if we want bridges that don't fall down.
I have worked downtown for several years and I have only gotten a whiff of raw sewage once or twice. Once or twice is bad enough, but far more frequently what I smell walking to the office is chicken stink. It's the exact same smell you get when you're unfortunate enough to be stuck behind a chicken truck heading up Broad St. Southside is awash in chicken stink, and the attempts to deodorize it smells like chicken stink and urinal cake.
Fantastic interview, Casey!
Chattanooga has a similar law on the books, but the tarot and palm readers operating in the city suggest it is not enforced. I've never been to a fortune teller, but I'm glad it's not enforced. It's just silly.