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An Open Love Letter... |
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Dear St. Paul sidewalk-salters and sand-spreaders: You don’t even know me, but it’s time for me to admit that I adore you. Really, everything I am, I owe to you. First, I love you because all that salt keeps our roads and walkways safe. But what you don’t know is that all those salt crystals and gritty sand particles keep on giving, even after they’ve done their work on our sidewalks and highways. Boots and shoes bring all that lovely abrasive inside and track it all over our floors, especially hardwood floors. Think about what that means: heavy weights pressing and grinding gritty particles all over those hardwood floors. Why, that’s essentially the same thing as sanding a floor! All those gritty feet are constantly removing finish from floors all across the Twin Cities and, praise be, constantly renewing the need for companies like mine to come back in and coat them again! You public works trucks, you plows, and you neighborhood safety angels: it is you that I must thank for keeping me in business.
Yes, you homeowners who don’t remove your shoes when you come inside
and don’t keep your floors vacuumed, I love you too. You may not
provide the salt and the sand, but you keep it circulating and,
slowly but surely, abrading away the varnish that protects your
floors. Please don’t ever change, salt and sand people, because I
love you just the way you are.
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We sweep
the floor every day here at Pete's. This pile of grit is from
one
sweeping on a typical
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