Words to Live By

It seems the Muddy Shoe Epidemic has reached such proportions in Augusta that my motel for the night has been forced to post this notice at the door.

Or perhaps I'm being too literal. The more I think about it, the more I begin to believe that the owner is an unappreciated philosophical genius.

Because really - metaphorically speaking, wouldn't the world be a much better place if we all left our muddy shoes at the door?


Note to Blipcentral: no text overlay here - this is an actual sign. Here's another view.