For three months, I lived on an island. A retirement island, with marshy sweetgrass vistas and bike trails dominated by socially-appropriate metaphors for poo (PLEASE REMOVE ANY DOG LEAVINGS AND DISPOSE OF HORSE EXCRETIONS).
Oh, and Papyrus, the web designer‘s nightmare. Papyrus in every coffee table bookshop window, on every photo gallery awning, and on the logo of every locally-grown bag of backwater pecans. We turned it into a snarky scavenger hunt. “Look, honey – pralines. From ancient Egypt.”