Did we mention no fishing of any kind? And no fun? (We use hyphens whenever and wherever we feel like it. And sometimes we like to make one word into two. All spelling conventions are arbitrary.)
Welcome to the beach! (As always, we have trouble here with spelling and apostrophes.)
Where spelling doesn't count.
Inscrutable sign at Sushi Thai on the beach.
A sign at Publix. So this is what husbands do? Note the requisite local respect paid to misspelling, unless Juan here refers to the-wife-by-the-hour's feathers and not her pipes.
Why I couldn't leave the movie theater last night.
Sign outside Joe's Corner Pub in Panama City where the chicken wings are fabulous, the tattooed woman playing pool knows the lyrics to every song on the juke box, and you can cut the smoke with a butter knife. What is Joe trying to tell us here?
Signs of life in Dania Beach. On our wonderful Publix bulletin board. Before the word refrigerator, there was the word refrigeratory, "an appliance used for cooling or freezing," as in: "The refrigeratory is working and no damage to the cargo is anticipated." Times, Sept. 10, 1906.
We can't spell here. From a sign on the Publix bulletin board.
Seen in an alley off Federal south of the Circle. Sure he can't spell, but you know what he's talking about.
The Vigil Store, Chimayo, NM, where we buy our chili powder and milagros.
A sign in Holy Trinity Park, Paseo del Pueblo Norte, Taos, New Mexico
Sign in the parking lot of Hollywood Liquors on Federal Highway.
Sign in the French Quarter
(thanks to Joe in Cheese)