<<When given some kick, what else was kicked to the curb (and also shaved, perchance, at that row of actual tables with actual accompanying cloths outside Winzer Stube and across from the barber shop)? The beard of an athlete, and not Kirby Puckett. See in The Picks of the Week department>>
The cone-type structures placed on either end of a set of parking areas reserved for takeout, there usually are more than one or even two, especially in the downtown, seemed to loom larger at first, then back a bit off as bar and restaurant partial closures started taking effect, then take off again with a few spaces added. There exist several of these groupings through the four blocks of the main area that is Hudson old city. But most eateries were good about taking the placards and their Get Takeout mantra down when not open and the spaces were fair game for parking, but this was not everyone, most noteworthy being the ones then serving for limited hours anyway. And at least one potential patron noticed that one side of Second Street remained far more active for food and drink then the other, saved by having a lesser number of cones only by Dairy Queen, which on its sign attempted to say they would not close until ten, but due to a missing letter stated they were open until 0. Might not be any one in humanity left to eat those cones, but … on either end of Second Street the awful mid-intersection markers that warned to watch for pedestrians kept up their vigil 24/7. And Hudson, unlike other cities in the area, has parking you have to pay for, and revenue I’m sure went down for the city, but that was not nearly the case for consumers to factor in, as they tried to do what they once did.
And the next day after the Virtual Shutdown Of Most Previous Profit, otherwise known as Black Wednesday, was interesting going out of Hudson as commuter traffic was very light virtually everywhere, and Twin Cities radio found the usual bottlenecks very bearable. Downtown Hudson was a veritable ghost town, and any cars you would see were backed up in threes by a slow one to start. There was a definite slowdown where Hudson meets North Hudson, in what looked like a Hazmat scene with the odd extensions of a big truck sticking out, close to a dozen of them. Turns out that crews took advantage of the light load to do some construction. I still managed to use the possibility of newly pending doom as a reason for being late for a doctors appointment in Woodbury, where I found not a soul in the scene in most medical building parking lots.