Forty (40) at 4:30 a.m. On the way into town, theres a trailer house close to the road which has a floodlight aimed right in your face. Its irritating. Like someone who wont dim their brights in a car. Well, lately the light has been off. Maybe the bulb is burnt out. Maybe they figured out how rude it is, but who cares? The light is out. Its now pleasant to drive by there in the early morning. Then, one gets to town and there are cars with signs plastered on them. Mostly garage sale signs and, of course, one household fighting city hall with signs all over their cars. I just think its weird to be involved with a city that has signs on its cars. The other day a guy from the city came to measure up my sign at the restaurant. Whats up with that? Reminds me of the chorus from the Five Man Electrical Band: Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin out the scenery, breakin my mind Do this, dont do that, cant you read the sign? Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Sign Sign, sign. (written by Les Emmerson, 1970)
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 09:40:03 +0000
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