Wonder Who Those Guys Are?

Idling with the traffic on 19th Street at the light-rail crossing, I watched a fellow on bicycle roll up to the crossing arm, take out a bottle of spray cleanser from the bicycle's basket, and meticulously remove graffiti someone else had scribbled on the crossing arm.

Driving past the parking garage at 14th & I Streets, I glanced into the entrance and saw a fellow practicing his trumpet.