I drove down the 10W this evening, the sky as grey and flat as slate, and it was just another commute, hazy reports of car bombs filtering in from NPR, until I looked at one of the overpasses. Three men stood above the freeway, dangling a bedsheet over the side of the chain link fence separating them from a descent into traffic.
It's not a unique form of expression, usually political in bent. So I squinted until I got close enough to see the message clearly:
YOANNA I LOVE YOU WILL U MARRY ME?
Didn't make the car bomb stories go away. But for a few miles, I had reason to smile.