The saxophonist was blowing some good riffs this morning. He’s not always there or always as good. Maybe the spring sunshine morning was encouraging a good mood. While the sax echoed up and down Newark Avenue, workers were assembling scaffolding in front of the fallow building where we saw exposed brick a few weeks back. It’s warm weather so we are due for an up-tick in construction for our beating the housing slump city. I guess the plans to knock these buildings down down themselves got knocked down. Riffs issued forth, metal clattering, walking towards that Path and the job.