Give Me An E! Give Me An S!

You know that feeling after a car window shatters and deposits a bizillion bits of glass on the concrete, then you walk across the glass in your steel-soled shoes? Worse than fingernails on a blackboard, huh? Well, that is what these signs do to me.

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The WP Weekly Photo Challenge is Letters.

Can You Spot The Redundant One?

Thanks to the bumper stickers, the politics of this car’s owner are clear. However, at least one of the stickers is unnecessary, telling us what we have already figured out. Can you spot the redundancy?

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Sidenote: due to genetics, or birds-of-a-feather tendencies (or both), the person who goes with this car is visiting this neighbor who remains fixed on the U.S. 2012 presidential election.

An Unexpected Etching

Twice a week, the exercise class I have attended for years meets under a certain freeway overpass. The other day, I discovered a note scrawled in the concrete. I had never noticed it before. Now, I have a long history of not noticing stuff, but when I asked around, nobody else had previously noticed it either. Perhaps we are all oblivious, or perhaps the message is an indication of intense longing, sufficient to carve long-dry concrete.

I LOVE ART BERMUDEZ.

I LOVE ART BERMUDEZ. Note the final curl to the final letter, rendering a heart from the Z.

Note the final curl to the final letter, rendering a heart from the Z.

I don’t know anyone by that moniker, but man do I love that nameArturo Bermudez. I can guarantee that one of my novels will include a character by that name. In fact I am tempted to use this for a character in my fantasy detective series, FRAMES. The character is currently named Hernandez.

What am I thinking? FRAMES is finished and in revisions! To change a character’s name is to change the character; to ditch “Hernandez” at this point would be a kind of murder. And I love Hernandez. Everyone who has read the book loves Hernandez.

I do look forward to meeting the fictional Arturo Bermudez soon; probably in book two of FRAMES. Meanwhile, I hope the concrete scribe and the real-world Art are doing well, together or no.

(The current WP Photo Challenge wants to see “unexpected”.)

If You Speak Spanish And You Survived, This Sign’s For You

When you enter Mandalay Beach in Oxnard, California you see a sobering sign:

Welcome to our beach. You're on your own.

Welcome to our beach. You’re on your own.

Now, millions of folks in California speak Spanish – and quite a few of them speak Spanish, only. Recognizing the need for a sign in Spanish, attached to the back of this sign is the same warning, translated to Spanish:

Just FYI.

Something to talk about as you head home.

Just one problem. You won’t see this sign unless you are leaving the beach. So. If you speak Spanish and you survive your day in the Oxnard waves, as you depart you will learn just how lucky you are.

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says… Join the Dogwalkers’ Hall of Shame

This sign in the yard of a neighbor* begs the question: just how trainable are the owners?

No!

Hmm. Recorded. Camera?

* For the record, I have lived here 10 years but never met nor seen this neighbor, who kept a ROMNEY/RYAN sign in the yard for several months after the November election.

Posted as part of the Weekly Photo Challenge.