rush limbaugh

if I could, I would paint you a picture of the maintenance man in my apartment complex. an older man, every day I find him working on the 70's building that, in order to live in, I had to sign a lead-paint-waiver. his most recent project has been hand-painting the railings. yesterday, a faded brown. today, brown. not a spectacular improvement, but how remarkable it is to watch this chalk-haired man whose belly hangs slightly over a tightened belt, stroke the color onto the posts with a brush small enough to paint a picture.

in the afternoons outside my door, he stands on a ladder and listens to Rush Limbaugh. next to his finished pole, a small orange cone is placed with a piece of paper taped to it. "wet paint" it reads in legible handwriting.