A small win for our side

We took a walking route this morning past a house that since last fall has had a big sign in the front yard. You can guess the names on it. If someone was working on the flowerbeds as we walked by, I’d make a point of saying to Elaine “He’s still a convicted felon,” or ”He’s still an adjudicated rapist.”

This morning the sign was gone. Perhaps it was eaten by deer, who appear to run our neighborhood. But I’d prefer to think that the homeowner has come to her senses. I hope to find out.

A related story of signage
Beautiful afternoon, ugly moment