For some reason the street number immediately made me think of the famous Studio 54… a venue that had plenty of people clamouring at the gate, and is reputed to have seen its fair share of “banging.”
Thanks to Yoni Freedhoff for sending me the photo.
In an era in which most public authorities are trying to promote an active lifestyle by encouraging people to use the stairs, the sign shown here (from Toronto’s Union Station) is, at first glance, rather jarring.
Of course, context matters — the sign makes a lot more sense once you realize that it’s posted at the bottom of an escalator, one that leads down from the train platform to the arrivals waiting area.
I spotted this sign on a recent visit to Creighton University, in Omaha. Jarring, for a Canadian, since in Canada it goes without saying that you’re not allowed to carry a handgun onto a university campus, or just about anywhere else for that matter.
The sign is also an interesting indicator of a conflict between regulatory authorities (in fact, the last line of the sign says so specifically). The state of Nebraska does issue concealed-carry permits. But Creighton is effectively saying that on their property, guns aren’t welcome, regardless of what the state says.
Also shocking to a Canadian: the no-gun rule is, you know, just another rule — nestled in amongst signs forbidding smoking and telling you where to park.
The reward for carelessness? Injury and death. In this case, it’s no exaggeration. This photo was taken at Peggy’s Cove Lighthouse, in Nova Scotia. And people have been swept out to sea by the waves, here, and perished.
But the wording of the sign is so lovely. Read it out loud. You almost can’t avoid saying it in whatever you conceive to be the stereotypical sea captain’s voice.
Thanks to Brandon for the photo.
Hard to tell if it’s a hand-written normative sign over graffiti, or the other way around. But I walk by it regularly, and I kind of love it. I believe the home-owner has written over the graffiti. But I love that the owner’s message is only barely more “official” looking than the graffiti. The net result is art.