On July 3rd, a group of errant souls arrived on the plaza dred-locked and red-pants riding their smiling boards of wooden death! They turned those drab concrete benches of loneliness into magical funboxes, and the stale cylindrical bollards into jumping stumps. The plaza was illuminated as they grinded, Ollied, and flip-kicked their way over the concrete leviathan. A cacophony of noise from wheels rolling on concrete provided the perfect sound track to illicitness. As they flew back and forth, trick’n with ease, there was no helping it, I suddenly found myself in the middle of a skate park.
Daily Plaza: As a Skate Park