Just caught my eye for some reason.
PORK!
I saw this sign on my way home from the dentist. I find it reassuring that I can get a whole pig from Publix any time of year. Well, actually, I just found the sign odd, never having seen a supermarket with such a sign. Moreover, I wonder who their target demographic is for these whole hogs. I live in what for many decades was (is?) a Florida Cracker county. Now, it’s pretty much an Orlando exurb, or bedroom community. The supermarket in question is smack dab in the middle of one of the highest earned-income demographic areas in Florida (note I didn’t mention unearned income, I think Palm Beach, Boca Raton, and Naples might win in that category). Do the nouveau-riche (well, nouveau-prosperous) buy a lot of whole hogs? Have I missed a trend by not reading “Bon Apetit?”
And, sadly, no, I don’t have anything better to write about at the moment
Who Says It Ain’t Art?
A bit of commercial “art” at a beachfront joint in New Smyrna Beach, Florida. A sculpture in front of a mural on the side of the store, which offers ice cream, tee shirts, beach towels, souveniers of almost limitless variety, suncreens, henna tattoos, hermit crabs, boogie boards, and I don’t know what all. Rentals of little vehicles is also available. I admit to a fascination with Marketing Art.
Empty
The owner coverted this old house in Mt. Dora, Florida, into a store, has never gotten it rented.
Crossroads
I’ve long had a place in my music library for the live Cream version of the Robert Johnson song “Crossroads.” I had heard this Turtle Island String Quartet version long ago, but didn’t know it was available on YouTube (alas, without live video that I know about).
