signage

Well, friend, you’re favorite sign in town is 3/4 of the way to being completely gone. Yes, you know the one…the Catfish Cabin sign on Louisiville. That appetizing, rust-drooling, 20 foot fish that we all know and love.

I am sorry for your loss. May it rest in peace.

Someone should consult me before doing these things. I say, leave the fish. It’s old, it’s big, at least it has character.

Take down, however, the church marquee by my house that constantly spounts, “all are evil” and “happiness is not the bottom line”.

Also, could you please do something about the Herringstone’s billboards. No matter how rich you are, if your daughters look like drag queens, they should not be blown up to historic proportions and placed out where everyone can see on North 7th street.

But then again, maybe that’s just me.