Sometimes in the small town on the bay by the big water one is exposed to the truly tacky and the politically correct, but awful, notice. My cup overflowed today. Out at the industrial park where the boat works are, along with plumbing shops, garages, and various converted containers now used as workshops, I found the following:
This wonderful machine that does nothing of redeeming social value:
And, as an added bonus, the following note was found in the offices of the boat yard. It makes a person quietly proud to know that no penguins were harmed at least once and a while in the very industrial park where his boat and studio are located.
Life is good.