A week ago I blogged about “Those Signs.” Among other things, I wrote that “they’d be at home anywhere: on a suburban golf course, alongside an interstate. The ones I’ve seen so far sit uneasily on the landscape, sharp-angled against the contours of the land . . .”
A friend tipped me off to the sign at the West Tisbury library. She doesn’t like the signs, but she does like this one. So do I. Unlike the other ones I’ve seen or heard about, this sign has a conversation going with its setting. The other messages make me groan. This one makes me grin. Here it is:
As I left the library after taking the picture, a fellow was coming in, camera in hand. He asked me where the sign was — you know, the signs that have been in the papers? I gave directions: turn left, when you get to the main desk turn right and look up. He thanked me.
I suspect he’s on a treasure hunt, and that he’s not the only one. The signs are scheduled to come down today or tomorrow. Maybe the conversations about them will continue. I’m listening.