John Wise

I hate these streetside memorials. My apologies to families who have felt the need to place these random mini-monuments to departed loved ones as it is not my intention to be disrespectful of your loss. But your grief and probably violent loss intrude into my organized-by-choice happy view of the world.

I do not watch television or read local newspapers for a number of reasons. First is the inescapable repetitious display of local violent crimes which induces fear, worry, and a kind of false concern. Besides me and many others being taken to distraction by our knowledge of these violent acts, we are consumed by the fear of how and when this might happen to ourselves or a loved one. Your temporary cenotaph has the same effect as the endless parade of tragedy that is known as the evening news. I know the street can be dangerous, but I do not need your constant reminder day in and day out that someone died violently at this intersection. It is a given that we all die, that every day someone will suffer needlessly, but we do not put semi-permanent reminders in hospitals, we don’t maintain months-long vigils at hospice, and we don’t alter our homes with permanent memorials that remain when ownership changes hands. Your tragedy should not be part of the reality I choose to live with, stop intruding with your grief into my happiness.

I have no problems with cemeteries, they effectively remind us to respect those we have lost and are a memorial for those who have passed, they are the socially accepted places society has chosen to place our departed.

Caroline has suggested for the longest time that we make an effort to capture the many hundreds of religious signs that dot the American countryside from small towns to major metropolises offering advice, condemnation, warning, and salvation. Without a Daddy Deep-Pockets financing our ambling about we have many stops and little time to do-it-all and the signs have been assigned a low priority for photography. The sign above, though, caught our eye, and we felt it was worthy of being a photo of the day.

One of Caroline’s favorites was seen last year in Vernal, Utah, while on our way into Dinosaur National Monument. The sign from First Baptist Church read, “By Perseverance The Snail Reached The Ark”. Suppose telling you that her mom nicknamed Caroline ‘Schnecke’ at the time she was born would help you see the connection to this particular blurb. Even Dairy Queen has been known to get into the sign proselytizing; when out near Needles, California at Easter time we saw that someone replaced the daily Blizzard special with the more denominational “Happy Resurrection Day”. Schnecke, German for snail.

You turn around in Phoenix and find there is another election. One election is for local candidates, the next election might be for congressmen and senators, after that it’s time to vote for ballot initiatives, or is it judges? Before we ever get to vote for the president again we will be voting on more laws, more local officeholders, maybe a special issue regarding water rights, who knows? Months before the initiatives get voted on we are sent a voluminous magazine-sized voter guide (sample ballot) written in confusing miniaturized legalese to alienate anyone with a sub 160 IQ or bad eyesight – under most circumstances this thing is most likely to go into the trash bin with the junk mail.

These local politicians run for some obscure office or other and you are sent absolutely nothing to learn who they are. Maybe the information was in that voter guide I tossed last year? No matter, we are presented with signs like those pictured above where at most they present us a brief ‘re-elect’ or a simplistic ‘I’m Better’ or the inspiring ‘Real Experience’. Oh well, these are career politicians and no one in Phoenix really knows who 90% of them are anyway, I’d be willing to bet that at election time most people listen to the name of the two candidates and will choose the person whose name is simple and pleasant to the ear. Heck, maybe that’s why W beat Gore and Kerry. Hey governor of Florida, just run as Jeb and you’ll beat the pants off Hillary Rodham Clinton….unless she gets smart and starts going by a new monicker such as HR or the Big C.