Big cities should be a worker’s paradise with good wages because there is too much construction and maintenance needed to match equally with people who will work a long hard day for little pay and no recognition. 

Walking near Constitution Plaza, on Sarandi street, I come across a fellow painter working in a doorway. He has applied paint remover and is scraping softened varnish off a door jamb with a scraper that won’t damage the wood. I have worked with my hands for a living and have never been able to wash my hands of my trade. 

Gustavo’s next step will be to take sandpaper and smooth the wood surfaces. Then, after cleaning, he will apply a thinned down undercoat of poly, lightly sand and wipe with a tack cloth, and finish with two full strength coats of exterior polyurethane with a flourish of his three inch sash brush.

Painting is not without honor but, at the end of the day, it was, for me, always a relief to clean my brushes, fold drop cloths, seal up paint cans and load the van.

New doesn’t last long in a city of several million and paint makes glamour girls out of a lot of plain Jane buildings, offices, kitchens,bathrooms and bedrooms.

Working men keep this world operating.

It takes an even bigger crew to keep the stars sparkling.

 

 

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