Photo By John Hoff
I used to find parking near this pedestrian bridge in the Marcy-Holmes neighborhood quite a bit, and I must have made about a dozen 311 calls over graffiti as well performing some "volunteer graffiti abatement" efforts. The bridge...
...soon had so many "paint over" squares that I dubbed it "Graffiti Abatement Bridge," like (the rock star formerly known as) Prince's "Graffiti Bridge."
Also, through a 311 call I managed to get a street sign placed at one end of the bridge, and I asked for one at the other end, too. The road curves around there, with no street sign, yet there is a constant need to call in graffiti, vandalized vehicles, drunk and disorderly conduct. A street sign is needed, so the location can be quickly and correctly determined.
Yeah, that's what I told the 311 operator. It seems to have worked. But I feel like if I don't visit "Graffiti Abatement Bridge" every couple weeks, the taggers will get too far ahead.
Being the amazing, true-to-life adventures and (very likely) misadventures of a writer who seeks to take his education, activism and seemingly boundless energy to North Minneapolis, (NoMi) to help with a process of turning a rapidly revitalizing neighborhood into something approaching Urban Utopia. I am here to be near my child. From 02/08 to 06/15 this blog pushed free speech to the envelope, so others could take heart and speak unafraid. Email me at hoffjohnw@gmail.com
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