On the corner of 6th avenue and Eudora in Denver there sits a Spanish Colonial two-story home. Built in 1937, it is the home of a wonderfully optimistic and enthusiastic, though maybe just a tiny bit eccentric, man named Joe. A decidedly unaverage Joe with a decidedly unaverage approach to yard decor.
Why would anyone take a bite out of a sign decrying injustice?
I admire Joe, as he is a kindred spirit. Not only is he proud of his convictions, he has absolutely no problem putting them on display for the whole world, or at least the small percentage of it that drives or walks by his home, to see.
I really like the Be Healthy, Be Happy, Be Nice signThere is no way for me to confirm this, but I have a hunch that Joe has always pretty much played life by his own rules. The signs he chooses to decorate his front yard with proclaim not only a love for life, but also a love for humanity. Joe wants everyone to be well and to do well. Who can argue with that?
That street that Joe lives on experiences a high volume of daily traffic, so there is no doubt that Joe's professionally made affirmations and exultations have been read by thousands of commuters. I'd like to believe that a least a small percentage of them read one of those signs during the morning or late afternoon rush hour, when vehicles creep down 6th avenue at 5, 10 mph tops, and it either puts a smile on their faces or it provokes them into doing something nice for someone they know, or even a stranger, that day.
Heck, maybe cities and states should get in on this game. Instead of signs indicating that food or lodging was just up ahead, there could be signs stating that life is beautiful and so are you - or some such words to that effect.
It would certainly perk up the drive through Utah, let me tell ya'.
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