Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Signs, signs, everywhere signs…
This neighborhood is across the street from me.
The President lives there.
It has lovely details…
just don’t get caught!
(Because if you do, then you’ll have to go all Jack Bauer and start taking people out while you break free of the chair to which you’ve been tied. Then you’ll have to escape through the trees—there are just enough trees to escape through—and flag down an unsuspecting motorist. Or you can come across the street to Brandywine and we’ll have a wine spritzer on the back patio while we listen to the cop cars whiz by. Does anyone drink wine spritzers anymore? You can tell I was young and cute in the early 80s when I use a term like “wine spritzer.”)