I was out inspecting the perimeter yesterday and I saw a flash of red in the bushes. I pulled out this sign that someone must have tossed here.
They probably stole it from another lawn and flung it here, hopefully in disgust, but I wish they hadn’t tainted my property. It landed not far from my Black Lives Matter sign.
The Trump sign was high quality: heavy plastic and sturdy wire frame. It wasn’t that easy bending the spokes and ripping the plastic. But I managed. I worked hard. No satisfaction in it, though. None at all.
Only one thing will give me satisfaction, and that can’t happen until November 3.
