The sign on the hill.

“We use only the best oils….once”…

The rest of the sign was obscured by the new Ritz Grand Charleton Indignation Hotel’s 38-floor edifice.

Was it, therefore, talking about oil changes for cars or, fast food fried oh so well?

The chance of being in that part of the city again is minimal. Tempting as it is to go back and reveal the next words.

Yet I feel, one day we will find the truth.

And, after all, I am trying to be less influenced by incidental interruptions to my highly intellectual thinking!