I can't explain much more, since it came up during a staff meeting. But needless to say, this will be the subject of much humor for the next few days. :: President's Day was last week. And yet the car commercials continue. We get the point already, Chevys are cheap, move on to the next holiday already. Sheesh. :: Huge floor to ceiling cracks in concrete is usually a bad thing. A very disturbing thing, in fact. But there are worse things. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Coming home from work, I got lost trying to find my new doctor's office. This being the doctor that my coworker recommended, but could not remember how to spell his name. But after a couple of google searches, I finally hit paydirt. Of course, I forgot to actually set an appointment with his office, so I decided to at least see if I could find it. I couldn't. But then I remembered that I had to get home right quick while the stores were still open and I could buy some salmon. And that's when I made my first visit to the 17th Ave. entrance to the N line. It's not, at first glance, anything special. It was relatively clean, not much graffiti. Fresh paint, mostly clean floors. And it had been under renovation for the better part of a year. For what, reason, I didn't know. They don't shut down an entrance to replace a part time tolken booth with automatic Metrocard entrances. And then I noticed that there were a few giant floor to ceiling cracks in the once solid concrete and cinderblock walls. What's worse then giant cracks in a concrete hallway situated above a constantly vibrating subway bridge? When it's being held together with giant rebar staple sutures. That's right. Rebar, bent into the shape of 2ft. long staples, plungered into both sides of the crack, holding the walls together. Giant steel staple sutures for the walls and the ceiling, like some giant construction Frankenstein creation. How in the world this is up to code, I'll never know. :: Happy Smudge Day! I got smudged! Did you?