One of the funniest things I saw in my neighborhood after Ike passed through was the sign that one of the residents at the front of the subdivision posted. He had a large piece of plywood with a spraypainted message on it, “You Lute, We Shoot!” Seriously. I would not lie to you.
I saw it and remarked to my youngest daughter that the guy must be really intolerant of traveling musicians from the fifteenth century. I could see Sting wandering by with his new instrument of choice, playing a nice bourreé.
“BANG, BANG! You dang minstrel, get your lute off of my front lawn, the sign is fair warning!”
My girl gave me a great gift; she laughed really hard.
I couldn’t help it.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Posted by aA at 8:40 PM