A bucket of men

Yesterday, along the usual route Lauren and I take back to the office after a coffee run, we came across a site that left us both almost speechless. There was a bulldozer coming down the road toward us (there is construction going on--they finally ended the protesting with the large inflatable rat) and in the bucket of the bulldozer were at least 10 men of Hispanic decent. I nearly had to stop and take a photo, but I did not; however, I did wonder, aloud, if this was Arlen Specter's latest in immigration reform. (Have I mentioned how thrilled I was to go from Carl Levin as my senator to Mr. Specter?)

This site has been, really, a source of great amusement. First it was the inflatable rat, then last week, it was the old guy with the braid down his back, spinning a STOP/SLOW sign and signalling (impatiently) to cars coming from both directions, to GO. And this week, a bucket full of men. I really can't tell what has been done in the last several weeks outside of making a huge mess of the road and creating a treacherous (yet entertaining) driving situation.