"Support Your Local Wildlife." So read a sign on the way to volleyball. Standing at the corner was a man with a guitar. I'd never seen him before. He made no mention of his woes or of god. Just wildlife.
For creativity, neatness, presentation and humor (always the teacher), I gave a gift, telling him how much I liked the sign. He smiled; we drove on.
Effort Counts
Ps. Another wonderful sign. I stopped because the sentiment was unique - turning a seemingly negative word into a positive one - but also because I'd just heard of a cat who liked being put into the coat closet while dinner was being made. It seemed a perfect description.
