If I Have to Look at that Sign for One More Day…

It’s that wonderful time of the year again where the air is getting crisper, leaves are delicately falling from sleepy trees and we are all forced to drive by forgotten political signs that will probably stay in the same place for the next six months. Where they will live as mud is splashed onto their colorful lettering; where they will huddle as snow collects upon them and slowly turns cardboard to mush; where they will sit idly by as various animals stop to take a piss upon them. Yes, it is a beautiful thing, to see democracy in action; to see people caring…

Hey, What’s Up With Dancing Sign Guy?

After the sixth red light in a row that I have had to stop and cool my heels, I see Dancing Sign Guy. He’s out on his corner spinning his cardboard sign around and around until it looks like he might catch air and start flying into the sky. I’m curious about what he has to say, but I can’t read the stinking sign. Hey, Dancing Sign Guy, calm down a minute so I can see what you’re peddling! He never makes eye-contact with me or anyone else. His baseball cap is pulled low over his brow and it is…