2 posts tagged “signs”

This sign speaks for itself:

So does this one:
Hands down, best fried chicken I have ever tasted in my life: Today, Graceland and the National Civil Rights Museum. More to come. MEMPHIS!

Today, I took the Path train to Jersey City to meet with my friend Tia about some freelance research work. I had never taken the Path in my adult life, and found it to be a very pleasant experience. As it turns out, New Jersey really isn't that far from New York.

I know that sounds ridiculous and probably a little elitist, but the feeling I had taking the train under the Hudson River to work in NJ was the same feeling I had when I finally overcame the psychological hurdle of crossing the East River to live in Brooklyn.

Anyway, I could meditate forever about identifying strongly with the city-proper and being offended when it's suggested that I'm from somewhere "nearby," like Jersey or Long Island. But that's another post, for another day.

What I wanted to post were some signs and things I saw as I was walking to Tia's along Newark and Jersey Avenues:

Don't you miss the words "Walk" and "Don't Walk" at street corners? I do. I mean, I totally ackowledge the universality of the walking figure symbol, but still. I admit I got excited about the red blinking, "Don't Walk." In fact, as a new proponent of crossing with lights, I didn't walk.
Quite simply, I kinda dug that this restaurant called itself, "It's Greek To Me." I love Greek food.

And finally, the piéce de résistance. Because I have a middle-schooler's sense of toilet humor, I really found this store's logo to be kind of awesometown, as my friend Dixie might say:

Blue Jeans, of course.