It was a dark and stormy night. The rain dripped from my fedora,as I sat at my lonely desk, looking out over the skyline (you wouldthink that I could afford a place with a ceiling). I could seeflashes of lightning illuminating the city and all its darksecrets. I did not know then that one of those secrets would invademy quietude and make me consider the signs all around.Particularly, I would think about the sign that was not thereanymore, the disappeared sign.

See, it all started at the restaurant. The restaurant, call itAnthony's Fish Place to protect the innocent, had to make a change.This restaurant, well, it had a sign attached to its frontproclaiming it Anthony's Fish Place. Because of a certain scandalthat everybody knows about, involving a young beautiful woman and acarp, the name had to be changed to Anthony's Steak Place. Thesign, that damned sign, had to be changed. Not to mention themenu.

A sign company was engaged. The sign was in three great bigparts: a great big Anthony's, a great big Fish, and a great bigPlace.