“I’m not impressed,” says he.
“What about the so-called ‘artistic‘ one?” I asked.
“It’d be great if Worcester were the birthplace of the Hula Hoop. It screams ‘Hula Hoop’ to me.”
“Me, too,” says I.
“What they need is something very unique, and Worcester-related.”
“Any ideas?” I asked, as we approached the bridge.
“Picture this — curved steel beams in the shape of hearts arching over the bridge at 20-foot intervals, with molded plexiglas installed between each, but only extending down about halfway on the sides, so as to not obscure the views. The plexiglas will keep the weather off the bridge deck, thereby extending its life, and providing some shelter for pedestrians and drivers who pass through, but allowing light in. ”
(I did, indeed, picture it as we passed over the bridge. It suggested something to me.)
“Sort of like a ‘Tunnel of Love’?” I asked.
“You’re so romantic.”
“Uh huh,” say he.
“Will you sketch it for me?”