Day Thirty-Eight - The Boy on the Bridge

This caricature overlooks traffic on Hermitage Ave. at the intersection with Bloomingdale near my home. I know not how this guy got there. He's at least 12 feet in the air. Someone must have scurried up on to the elevated rail line and stenciled it there, upside down, clearly on a location where something else had been painted over. I call him Scout. This Sunday, I'll say goodbye to Scout, and the rail line, when Lauren and I move to Park Ridge for a few weeks while our new home is being finished...