Sign Sign Everywhere a Sign

When I saw the SoCS prompt last night, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I had just returned from a week in Washington, D.C. and the post I was planning to write kinda went off the rails. “Off the rails” is a good metaphor since I traveled to and from D.C. via AMTRAK. Well, you could have guessed that, I’ve taken you along on several train rides to D.C. Great, now this post is going off the rails.

You see, the plan for today’s post was for something wrapped around Father’s Day. I had a good plan. I was going to share a few things my father taught me. I’ve been writing them down for months. There was one problem – before leaving for Washington on Monday, I didn’t realize that this weekend is the home of Father’s Day. I thought I had another week to assemble my thoughts. I mean, I don’t pay attention to when Father’s Day happens, other people do.

The week in Washington was chock-a-block full of morning to night stuff. Not much left at the end of the day for writing a post from scratch. The stuff I published this past week had been written before I left. I just had to adjust it based on the outcome of a hockey game, or in worst case, two. I figured I’d “bang out a post about dad” last night.

There are two things you need to know at this point. One, I’m not some crazy-productive writer who can bang things out. The second thing is actually part of that post about my dad. “No half-assed attempts allowed.” So, I peeked in my inbox and Linda had saved the day.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “sign.” Use it any way you’d like. Enjoy!

You’ve been saved too, from a hastily put together post about something. The best thing about Linda’s prompt is that I love signs and I have a bunch of photos of signs. I have used a couple before, but I have several that you haven’t seen. The captions tell the story that the signs don’t tell themselves and that’s it. As Linda says, enjoy!

This is a sign I can respect.

That poor guy is on the sidewalk at Great River Park. the park is flooded. He might be going under.

One of my favorite signs. This is the place where the seeds of those bar conversations are sown.

I know it’s a warning sign, but that guy looks like he’s having too much fun.

I always like seeing the tipping-over truck. Yes, I do slow down.

We’re getting off here. Eat ‘n Park is serving breakfast.

I was staying at a Hyatt. The sign is being reflected in the neighboring building.

When we see that a bridge may be icy, we know we’re in Pennsylvania.

This sign is in the Strip District in Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh is said to be one of the most bike-friendly cities in the states.

It’s gonna be hard to have any fun here.

Another sign of how you get to be a bike-friendly city.

This is one of my favorite signs.

Despite the warning signs, 1,000 people are injured each year at the gap.

Let’s hope we can all pay attention to this sign.

I had to get a picture of this sign.

Oh, and if that title put a song in your head, give a listen: