The Stranger's office is located on 11th Avenue, next to a building that's been so shrouded in construction junk for the last two years that we haven't had access to our street's sidewalk in what seems like forever. Scaffolding, barriers, traffic cones, beeping construction equipment, cranes, crane operators, street lamp removers, and welding sparks shooting into the air have made getting to and from work like being a scurrying cast member in Cats. But the other day, the barriers were cleared, the construction workers vanished, and a gleaming white sidewalk presented itself, twice as wide as it used to be. Stranger staffers have been staging leapfrog races out there ever since. We've been tying each other up on the new crescent-shaped bike racks. We have a kick-line routine we've been working on (which we'll debut to the public as soon as our Rockettes costumes arrive). Staff writer Katie Herzog even tried pooping in one of the new planting areas before any neighborhood dogs got there first ("Gotta be number one to number two!" she said), but we tased her before she had the chance.