Global Implosion; Earth, as we know it, has ended….

stay tuned for the six o’clock news to learn full details.

 Exhausted by ‘teasers’, the suction attempt by the network affiliates to do something, anything, to prevent your channel surfing ?

 Too bad, it’s a sign of the times.

Conversely, for comic relief, it is a time for some signs.

 A joy in traveling is the often simple signs that stimulate your imagination.  A sampling follows.

dscn0446.JPGIn Patagonia, Arizona,  Kermit failed to complete his anger management re-hab.


We’ve all seen the admonition at the entry to some retail businesses, “No shirt, No shoes, No service”.  Makes you wonder if  Charles Barkley, wearing a MADD tee shirt, a pair of Foot-Joys, but otherwise buck naked, would be offered seating at the IHOP.  But what is this all about ?


A public parking lot, Sligo, north west coast of Ireland.


Would you be inspired to change your morning pre-coffee and toast routine ?


Rancho Carrillo, shortly after dawn, rural Orange County, southern California


 He was one of the  Israelite  exiles who settled at a place, the  mound of the deluge, on the banks the  Chebar River,according to wikipedia, 600 years before Christ:


In Mackinaw City, Michigan, a religious zealot promotes his favorite brand of healthy bread  


The guy above prompts the need for:


On a side country road, Drummond Island, Michigan


Just another deafening day for the world, hopelessly twirling into a black hole, the sound of flushing piercing the evening news, this last sign says it all:


The epitaph, on the Pickford, Michigan grain mill~~1909  

“Hi, Billy Mays here…….

wait, wait, there’s more; put down that remote”.

Is there a more abrasive pitchman on TV than this dunderhead shouting at us about Oxi-Clean, and now, when it can’t get much worse, he’s selling insurance ?  Okay, maybe the creep with the surgically-implanted headset who wants us to buy ShamWow. That gasbag would have you believe that two of his towels, tossed into Biscayne Bay, would absorb enough water to allow an afternoon drive to Cuba.

The inspiration for today’s entry was the revelation that our very own, the Man In The Maze, traveled from Tucson to Sarasota this week to peddle an astonishing array of A/S Life memorabilia… the Florida State Rally.  Sidetracked at first in the web of the WBCCI opening ceremony, we can only wish for his speedy recovery,  a quick in-and-out of re-hab, before Sunday night.  And enormous success in disposing of excess inventory.

Although the Man In The Maze fantasizes that he bears a resemblance to a famous Hollywood actor (personal privacy and the laws pertaining to slander will not allow mention of the name Matthew McConaughey),  the following visual evidence is provided for your appraisal.   Note: no photoshop or retouching.

dscn1198.JPG      First, the Man In The Maze attempting to convince my wife (note: excessive force and her resistance) to join him in the Eriba Puck.

Now, it is up to you, the readers, to decide, does he more closely resemble A, B, or C.  ?


A)  Billy Maysblspin2.jpg

B)  BLUTO, nemesis of Popeye from the creator, E. C. Segar


C) a young man from Uvelde, TX who uses the initials, M.M.

I rest my case.  Let the viewers decide.