The Mason Street Build
Four stories of steel and a deadline that doesn't move.
6:42 AM. Dust in the light, a crane already turning, and the sound of a job site waking up — a diesel cough, a nail gun, somebody laughing two floors up.
This is a mid-rise going up on what was a parking lot last spring. Ninety people work here and every one of them is solving a problem that didn't exist yesterday.
The superintendent hands you a hard hat and a vest. "Stay out of the swing radius," he says, "and go see who needs hands."