Tonawanda News — One empty storefront has a sign reading “Free Rent” attached over a restaurant sign. It’s not far from several places selling “vapor” supplies.
Front lawns of homes sport “for sale” signs when they’re not displaying the names of the establishments mowing the lawn, replacing the furnace, tarring the driveway.
Yeah, you can read the equivalent of a novel, just walking or driving down the street, and don’t get me started on bumper stickers.
In general all this available reading material should not be construed as visual clutter, or some exotic form of pollution. This sort of thing is to be expected, even encouraged, in thriving residential communities, and there’s a reason garage sales do not tend to occur in downtown Buffalo or on Goat Island in Niagara Falls. Wander through here with eyes open and a competency (to employ an old Army term) in literacy, and you’ll note something vibrant going on. These scraps, of someone offering something, imply commerce is happening, as well as some sort of individual progress — a move out, a move away, a realization the ex-husband is not returning for his saxophone so it’s time to sell the instrument, a car wash by from some high school’s female athletic team, a lost pet being missed, and needless to say, business being business.
What you never seem to find, out here, are signs from events two weeks ago, still stuck to utility poles or flying in the breeze. In general we clean up after ourselves, and for a community with perhaps just a few too many strip malls (vacant or booming) we can point to very few derelict strip malls.
I could posit a connection between the decline of book and newspaper readership and the growth of having enough to read by merely venturing from the house, but I’ll await the truckloads of grant money required for a study of any depth. Instead I’ll explain what started this observation of Ken-Ton’s signage: