During a noon hour walk today, SR sports scribe Greg Lee and I spotted the Mother of All Plumber's Cracks hanging out on a step with a girlfriend at the City Beach seawall. Greg spotted it first. “Hey,” he said, “you got some spackle.” Before I could say, “hunh,” I spotted what he meant. The guy would have done any plumber proud. He was at least at half staff. I could give you a better description. But it might cause me to go into dry heaves. His girlfriend was working on her own partial moon. Altogether, not something you want to see before lunch. Greg was fighting the urge to dry heave. (AP file photo)
Question: What is the worst sight you've seen along the north shore waterfront?