Staying Open

I almost bought this fabulous flashing sign a while back.  It was at an antique store that was closing in Pomona.  I really thought about buying it, but thought better of it.  It wasn't because it was too expensive, but rather not knowing really what I would do with it.  After all, if one doesn't have a storefront business of some sort, what does one need with a flashing neon "Open" sign?   Now I know.

With everything closed during the current pandemic, if I had this sign, I would put it in my front window and let it flash away.  I imagine the neighbors would wonder what the heck I was up to.  

​Was I going into business in this strictly residential neighborhood?  Had I finally gone over the bounds of good taste in my somewhat eclectic choices in yard art?  Perhaps they would call the city and report a zoning violation!

None of the above I must say.  I would just be bucking the trend.  I would, even though we are not allowed visitors these days, that I was indeed open.  In my own enigmatic way, I would be telling the world I'm still here, still open to life and living and in spite of appearances, had not closed down...entirely anyway.

If I had bought this sign, I think it would look pretty snazzy in my bay window.  the light would cast a fun glow in the night.  People might even laugh, thinking I'd gone round the bend.  Or they might knock on the door and ask what I was open for or to or by.  I could tell them I was demonstrating an open door policy, leaving myself open to suggestion or to whatever comes down the pike.  Questions would of course need to be open-ended.

Enough I guess.  I didn't get the sign.  But I did take a picture, a gif no less.  And it did open my mind to a bit a whimsy.  And these days, that is something to smile about. 

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