Snapped on Park near Cherry:
The individual letter stickers spell out “PANTER.” As in "One who pants." Or perhaps the person who "PANTS" the "PANTEE."
It doesn't say PAINTER or PANTHER either. So here's my question: Is the driver a bad speller, a loud-and-proud obscene phone caller, or a cash-strapped Pantera fan saving up to buy that last gold foil “A”?
Time moves in one direction, memory in another. — William Gibson
This week, an old friend sent me a photo of myself, circa 1978. In the picture, I was thin, long-haired, and standing barefoot on the porch of an old farmhouse where we lived, just outside of Columbia, Missouri. It was a shock to see it. I don't remember my friends and I taking many photographs, and I didn't remember this moment ...