Pavement penis drawings: Where public art, pothole repairs and bureaucrats meet.

According to Main Street resident J in a mid-July Fb posting:

"These pictures are pot holes located on the 6th street alley and the parking lot in between Main and Market next to Lifespring. Lifespring insists these pot holes are the cities responsibility to fix, especially the ones in the alley itself."

Yesterday, J offered an update:

"I was told 2 weeks ago by Warren V Nash that he would pass along the (pothole) info. Considering he's the chairman of the Board of Works, I'm not sure who he is going to 'pass it along' to. Either way, 2 weeks later and still no resolution."

The answer is obvious. The Board of Public Works and Safety currently is on All Stations Red Alert status against the impending street piano invasion. Consequently, it may take a while to address J's potholes -- unless he threatens to put a street piano inside one of them.

Better yet, we should all emulate the protagonist in this story from the UK.

Mystery artist highlights Bury potholes with penis drawings, by Amelia Butterly (
Newsbeat reporter

A mystery "road artist" has been drawing pictures of penises around potholes in Bury as a way to get the council to fix them.

"They [potholes] don't get filled. They'll be there for months," says the artist, speaking to Newsbeat anonymously.

"People will drive over the same pothole and forget about it.

"Suddenly you draw something amusing around it, everyone sees it and it either gets reported or fixed."

You mean like this?

Photo credit: BBC

And then ... gone tomorrow.

I walk a lot, and one of my frequent paths is to veer off Main Street at 6th and cross over the levee to the river. At some point in late October or maybe early November, I noticed there was a small white house behind the big yellow one facing streetside. I'd never paid attention to it before, so a couple of photos seemed appropriate. The iPhone shutter was snapped, and I forgot about it.

Last weekend, we were strolling eastward atop the levee when I looked down and saw a big open field where the house had been. Descending to 6th for the follow-up views, I lined up the shot and noticed a bridge.

It wasn't there before.

It's odd sometimes. Something's there, and then it isn't ... not so different from life itself, and I find myself wondering about the lives therein.

Update: At first I was going to ask whether anyone knows what's happening with the site, but now it's clear that another house is being built -- and by a close friend's family, no less.