Today I was reminded why I love living in the city.
As I was on my way home from an early morning photo shoot I was stopped at a red light. I looked across the street and saw a scrap collector pushing his shopping cart. He was wearing dirty, old pants, and an old Brewers shirt that I'm guessing was once white.
While I was sitting at the light I watched him. He parked his cart in the shade of a large building then started doing jumping jacks. After he finished his set of jumping jacks he reached in his shopping cart and pulled out what looked like a railroad tie, about six feet long. He laid on the ground next to it, then slowly started to bench press his railroad tie.
As I drove off, I looked in my rear view mirror and saw him start a set of push ups...
Only in the city.