My ride home from work every day is rather uneventful. After reaching black-belt proficiency on Scooter Libby and memorizing the location of four monster potholes with the potential to send Gambit searching for a new listings editor, there isn’t much left to do but look out for afternoon drunk drivers and grin as the almost-autumn breezes fly by my smiling face.
It’s been this way for each of the 10 weeks I’ve been on the job. Yesterday’s commute, however, made a spectacular break from the routine. Approaching the intersection of Washington Avenue and Broad Street, I had to heel ol’ Scooter to the side of the road so my brain could fully absorb what my eyes refused to register. There above me, in audacious, eggplant-shade purple, was a billboard with the most improbable message imaginable: Read the rest of this entry »