Wigged out in Worcester

Some people spent today at Castle Island, or on the Common or just going for a walk. We drove to Worcester. It's just how we roll, plus, the kidlet had never been to the Big W. So we wondered why Lake Quinsigamond isn't a river, pondered the part of Rte. 9 where Boston TV stations always send rookie reporters to stand in the snow, marveled at Union Station, then parked near Worcester City Hall and walked around. Even in wintertime, there's a lot of green there, such as the display at Sonja's Wig Salon on Franklin Street and the statues that make up the Civil War monument:

The alley next to the abandoned Paris Cinema:

And, of course, no trip to downtown Worcester would be complete without some sober contemplation of Worcester's homage to underwater sodomy:

There are a lot of vacant spaces in downtown Worcester - anybody want to re-start a gentleman's club/barber shop?