So I’m out for a late afternoon walk to clear my head, standing on South Tryon getting ready to cross Stonewall Street over to the Gantt Center, and I hear something that sounds like a small explosion. Across the street, just next to the Juan Logan work out front of the Gantt, shards of glass appear to burst from the pavement. Lots of shards.
The wind is gusting mightily – not quite hurricane force winds but maybe 30 or so mph, I’d guess. With some anxiety, I cross the street and look up, and then down at the broken glass, and all around. There are a lot of very small pieces of glass, more than you’d get with a drink bottle. It’s gray, not the color of beer or liquor bottles. I don’t see any obvious gaping holes in the glass facade of the Duke Energy building, but spot some plywood way, way up high. Could the glass have fallen from that high? Seems unlikely. But where else would it have come from?
A woman who is crossing the street toward me, who had been walking up from the other direction, says she couldn’t see where the glass came from either. Like me, she first thought it had come from the artwork in front of the Gantt Center.
I go up to Dean & Deluca, get some decaf – who needs caffeine after that experience? – and walk back to the office, avoiding either side of the block of Tryon in front of the Duke Energy building. The shards are still there. Wherever the glass came from, I think no one realizes it fell, or someone would be out sweeping away the evidence.