Signs Signs Everywhere a Sign...

When I was about 16 years old I was walking to work. That may sound strange but it was in the days before we had flying cars and all that stuff. A girl who worked the same place as I was driving by. She saw me and gave me a lift. First time something like this ever happened to me. I remember it so well. She was driving an orange and black Ford Maverick and smoking a cigarette. Blasting from the 8 track player was a song by the Five Man Electrical Band called "Signs." She seemed like such a grown up woman but she was probably only 17. I though I was doing something subversive catching a ride and rocking out like this. As vivid as this scene is to me with the color of the car and the song playing loud and clear I cannot for the life of me remember what the girl's name was. 

Anyway I still ride around it a car with a girl. Definitely a grown up woman and I'm married to her. We blast loud music from the stereo. Neither one of us smoke. I don't have any cds by the Five Man Electrical Band to play. I have been known to do some subversive stuff.  To make sure I don't forget things I make a lot of pictures. On a recent drive across the country I made pictures of some signs I saw. First two are from the Harry Truman Library. "Give em' Hell Harry" as the saying goes. Next one was from downtown Springfield near the old court house where Abe Lincoln practiced law. Last one I spotted at a bus stop on the streets of Chicago. Signs are everywhere. Look, read, think.