For weeks, as I leave Ligonier, I drive down a street where someone painted pallets and set them along trees so that it looks as if they're meant to be read left to right as we tend to do here in the US.
The pallets read S M A R.
The first week, I thought they hadn't yet finished the T and wondered what the hell SMART was supposed to mean.
The second week, there was still no T and I made fun of them for being S T U P I. I also swore I was going to ask a manager what that was about the following week. And I've continued to forget.
And I'm quite grateful for that now as I've learned today that that is the home of the Ligonier Valley R A M S.
Rams.
I'll be over here in the corner, reading shit backwards and being super smar. 😏
