The Case Of The Disappeared Sign

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain dripped from my fedora while I was sitting at my lonely desk and looking out over the skyline. (Youd think I could afford a place with a ceiling.) I could see flashes of lightning illuminating the city and all its secrets. I didnt know then that one of those secrets would invade my quietude and make me consider the signs all around. Particularly, Id think about the sign that wasnt there anymore–the disappeared sign.

See, it all started at the restaurant. The restaurant–call it Anthonys Fish Place, to protect the innocent–had to make a change. This restaurant, well, it had a sign attached to the front of the storefront proclaiming it Anthonys Fish Place. Because of a certain scandal that everybody knows about involving a beautiful young woman and a carp, the name had to be changed to Anthonys Steak Place. The sign–that damned sign–had to be changed. Not to mention the menu.