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I am trying to maintain my "travel eyes" when I am at home. When I travel, I tend to pay more attention to signs -- not just in terms of direction and destination, but to their style and age and surroundings. I have a particular fascination with what I think of as "ghost signs" -- the near-vanished outlines of storefront letters and the faded advertisements of businesses no longer with us.
But Memphis's Lucky Heart company is still filling orders, as far as I can tell, and its history is calling out for some other afternoon for me to become better acquainted with it.
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That corner of South Main was like a capsule of multiple different tiers of time: the modernity of the windows, the old-fashionedness of the sign, and the giant temporary-ness of the construction machinery.
Oh, and while waiting for the trolley, I looked up at the eaves...
I really don't understand what the designer was thinking:
