“Martha, look!” Ben, my stepson, pointed at a big red and white sign not far from the eastern edge of the Disneyland parking lot. It was the late 1980s and Ben was a teenager. The sign was a clear singularity. We laughed so hard we almost puked.
The big sign is gone now, more proof of entropy in the universe. It summed up everything.
Sadly, it seems no one even took a picture of it. It stretched across the poles from which the lantern now hangs. It’s been replaced by a sign with an apostrophe, as if that were enough to restore order.