These messages, encountered on a foggy morning on the Venice (CA) boardwalk last week, seem on point:
Sorry for the soft focus — I had only time to grab a quick phone shot; these bearers of wisdom disappeared before I could unlimber some more sophisticated camera action. But the point is made, I think.
I had a ten-day Flagyl imposed alcohol break, but that ended last night. I plan to raise a cocktail tonight flavored with sweet, sweet wingnut tears. La lucha continua, certainly. But that doesn’t mean triumphs along the way can’t be savored. In fact the reverse.