This is one of many businesses on Florida Boulevard whose freestanding roadside sign, as you'll see below, took a beating from the winds of Gustav.
Note the obligatory shopping cart above. They must just grow at empty sites.
Ah, the old "closed until repaired" story. We've seen such claims before. In defense of this one, though, workers were on site.
On the way back I stopped at a bleak, run-down strip mall on North Boulevard that I've been meaning to check out. It's set up as two conjoined U-shapes and I learned today that it is the site of no less than seven hair salons and barber shops (out of an estimated 18 storefronts total).
Even though this thrift store had an OPEN sign in the door, something told me they were no longer open. I was right. A scattering of junk was inside, including a cheap dorm lamp with decor still taped onto it: a guy giving the finger, which read beneath, "EAT IT," and this somewhat cool scoop chair.
And finally, a place whose signage I've admired whenever I drive by on North Boulevard. The clues about its open or closed status are: dim light on inside but no cars in the lot and no answer to the still-functioning phone line during business hours on a Saturday. Open or not? Who knows. What I do know is this:
That lettering and those giant eyeglasses make me about as happy and content as I suspect this church hand fan is supposed to make the devout as they reflect on pan-racial friendship with Jesus.