I spent about four hours this afternoon wandering around town with Clementine, putting up debate flyers and talking with people about the upcoming election. All in all, it was a good experience. Here are a few observations:
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Based on the color of the bow in that photograph, I’d guess this is actually the office of the Blue Ribbon Finance Committee.
Was the business that refused the flyer The Keg?
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I thought we had a new piercing and tatoo place in downtown, so I went to put flyers there. To my purprise, there were a whole slew of places with red, white and blue “Pierce” signs, including most rental properties, but few were open, and most others thought I was nuts.
Isn’t it funny, how one lone landlord can create the appearance that a hundred different households all support a particular candidate?
both the porn store on Cross Street and the movie shop Michigan Avenue had closed.
I’m told that “had been closed” (by the City) would be more accurate, due to various ordinance violations.
“various ordinance violations” must be code for “glory holes”
The city should auction off the glory holes on Ebay. It would make a great fundraiser… I can see the headline now: “Glory Holes to Save the Freighthouse!”
The place that gave me the problem wasn’t The Keg. The guy at the Keg wasn’t terribly enthusiastic, but he let me post the flyers. The place where I had the problem was a new business on Cross Street, and that’s as far as I’m going to go.
That fucking candy store! I knew it!
I just got this report from a reader:
While this could well have happened, probably just a few short minutes after I left the handbills, it should be pointed out that the fellow did let me post flyers by the door. (I just left the handbills on the counter as an after-thought before leaving.)
He also yells at people who try to photograph his store from the sidewalk.
The owner of the flyerless establishment is, indeed, Lebanese. Last time I was in, I asked him how his family in Lebanon was holding up. He was pretty emotionally raw and quite candid. His sister is getting out, he
I’m glad to hear that seems to be the explanation… I guess “glad” isn’t really the right word, but you know what I mean.
Thanks for letting me know.
Frank’s Drugs will not fill birth control prescriptions for unmarried *or* married women. At least, they wouldn’t fill mine, and i was wearing both my wedding and my engagement rings, one on each hand. I got an, “I’m sorry, ma’am, we don’t fill *that* here.” I left feeling like a Harlot, although an angry and self-righteous Harlot. I definitely won’t shop there ever ever again, but I guess I have to respect his religious conviction.
At least he’s no longer selling condoms with holes in them.