Sign Language

Reminds me of Young Frankenstein. Where wolf? There wolf!

This really begs the question … what can you do?

Maybe we should just say the following: “In the interest of safety, no one can ever use this beach again.”

Rather than put up signs, let’s just put up a big chain link fence with a padlock on it. Then we’ll only need one little red circle with a line through it …. NO ENTRY!!

I spent a few vacation days in Venice, FL and was intrigued by the Tito Gaona Flying Trapeze School. Apparently his last name is pronounced Guy-oh-na. A brief bio of Tito is here. Of course I was intrigued by the sign that caught my eye as I was driving by.

Lest you think that this would be a glamorous day of performing under the big top, here is a shot of the “camp” where you could learn the finer points of the flying trapeze.

As the season begins, this is the only sign that means anything to me.