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Handsome

I’ve been perpetually annoyed by the lack of sidewalks by the Northgate Executive Centers.  There is no place to walk except through the parking lot.  I’m not even really sure what an Executive Center is, except that it makes me think of men in crisp shirts with ties so tight, they are like sateen nooses; and women in power suits and heels, their hair coiffed into something so stiff, it's more helmet than hair.

But that's another story entirely.  The point is (if I have one) that my doctor’s office is at the end of this cul-de-sac.  Today as I was mentally grumbling about the lack of sidewalks, I happened upon this:



For a moment I thought it was a prosthetic, then I saw the post.  It’s a mannequin hand!   

The Executive Center snuggles up to one of the oldest malls in North America: Northgate (or Orthgat as the sign read at one point) Mall.  This mall has struggled about as much as any, but not spectacularly.  That was anyway, until the announcement of the Transit Center/Hockey Rink make-over.  At that point, JC Penney decided to get out of Dodge/Orthgat.  I’m guessing that’s where the hand came from, since JCP was selling everything.  And I really mean everything.  Empty racks had ”for sale” signs posted on them. 

So maybe someone bought a mannequin and they had a fight dropped the hand on accident, or maybe on purpose in the Executive Center parking lot.  Maybe there's a one-handed mannequin somewhere in that office building being forced into menial labor.  Or maybe it was carried to the condos behind the doctors’ office . . . or in the doctors’ office.

Either way, I’m no longer complaining about the lack of sidewalks.  Where else am I going to see this kind of visual poetry?


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