#261: Queen Anne, Queen Anne Ave N at Boston St

261) This box seemed really, really jittery. At first I thought it was because he is stationed outside a Starbucks, and maybe he was picking up too much second-hand caffeine. But, that’s not it. Look up… there are a lot of wires overhead, all carrying some serious bucketfuls of electricity. This poor guy lives in constant terror of even one of those lines coming down, totally frying his metal body. I had nothing more to say, so I walked away.