
I’ve written before about the quiet dependability of manhole covers and such. But sometimes they break!
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition
In which we find ourselves in another part of the world
I’ve written before about the quiet dependability of manhole covers and such. But sometimes they break!
Although it’s the unexpected flair seen on manhole covers and other kinds of ‘utilitarian’ street furniture that first caught my eye, I’m not immune to the more intentional charms of plaques like this one.
It’s part of the Commonwealth Walkway project, which hopes to get people out walking more by commemorating important sites around Wellington and other cities, installing some plaques, and infusing the whole thing with a spritz of royal patronage. Although I’m generally in favor of this sort of feel-good project , I know that one of the many reasons political life doesn’t appeal to me is the thought of so many such efforts, all needing (and deserving to whatever extent) to be Taken Quite Seriously.
My early morning walk around BWI yielded a good crop of manhole covers. I still find the variety and longevity of these things a little bit surprising. That Bell System logo hasn’t been used for decades.
Whether made in USA,
… or India,
… or even Wabash Indiana, these cast iron disks do their job year in and year out with very little complaining, and often look good doing it.
and brass…
It started out innocently enough with some cool manhole covers. Now it’s become a ReavesCarter-Providence vacation tradition.
Another city, another creative way to get below the sidewalk
It was cool to come across one of the utility boxes from the list of these I first saw way back when.
Whatever business you’re in these days, it seems like your pitch is or should be “the Uber of …”
Check. (Or Tick as we say down here)
I saw this cover the other day and was puzzled… some kind of Hebrew foundry?
But no…
I still don’t know what foundry this is, but at least I will be able to find it in some directory!
A few shots from last week’s visit to Rotorua.
Not sure why Clan MacDougall would lay claim to this utility box in Parnell…
I was pretty excited, I imagine more than most people, to come across this manhole cover on Nuffield Street in Newmarket.
The quote is from Shakespeare’s Troilus and Cressida, which I got to see during my awesome trip to the Ashland Shakespeare Festival as a Pasadena City College student more than 30 years ago.
Haven’t googled enough yet to know what it means…