Near the scooter parking behind the \aut\ Bar, there’s a posterboard on the ground with handwritten lyrics to Pippin’s “Time to Start Living.” [photo]
Abandoned cardboard sign on the sidewalk, apparently left by someone who needed money to travel to Texas. [photo]
This sign is languishing in the grass across the street from my house on Fourth St. (between Madison and Jefferson). Perhaps it hasn’t been put up because there is no “South bound W. Madison”? [photo]
When I am faced with tough choices about what to invest The Chronicle’s time in covering, sometimes an interesting sign beats an emailed press release.