funny how sometimes the silliness of simple things takes on added dimension and power. especially when you've only journeyed halfway home and the comatose inducing sweep-swish of the wiper blades is pure mental and ocular annoyance. so you latch on to whatever it takes to lift you through the next four hour period. in the end it's just a sign (without an exclamation point). but for now it's road trip'n nourishment to help your heart/mind/soul move you a little farther on down that line.