I am an uncommon passenger while on my home turf, but gladly so in unfamiliar territory. So while my son-in-law drove, I was able to look around. Waiting at the light, this seemed too perfect to pass up: a man fated by his name to seek his “chosen” profession.
I particularly love signs with misspelled words in them. Down here, in the capital of Latin America, there is a little store that sells “Snickers”. No, not the candy bar, sneakers. In Spanish, the letter “i” is pronounced “e”. So funny!!