The last few days have been taken up with removing all of the signs that I put up during the campaign. I guess I should have noted where I put each of them, but I guess I was not smart enough to know that I would forget some of them. In many cases, in front of the polling places, my poll hander outers ( thank goodness for them), picked up the signs and put them in their own trash. In some cases, the townships must have gone by and scooped up all of them.
In the most rural of the school district’s polling precincts, I had a friend who was running for township supervisor (he won handily) both give out my palm cards and pick up my signs.
As drove along the roads that have since become familiar to me, I realized that I was probably out-signed ten to one. If I got 100 signs to begin with, my erstwhile opponents had about ten times that number. My political confidants tell me that signs don’t really mean anything. However, I am pretty sure that sub rosa signal goes to a part of the brain that is connected to actions taken in the voting machine.
If you see a name on the side of a road, a front yard, in front of a business, eventually it gets to you like water dripping on a rock for one thousand years. There most certainly is an effect.
I also realized that I had not put signs in the most propitious of places. Fast food and seven eleven type stores and gas stations are not where it is at. People seem to pass by these places and look at the price of gas, or the MacDonald’s or Burger King signs and nothing else. That goes along with the signs being connected to the salivary glands and the need for gasoline.
Taking up the signs was kind of a physical activity that allows one to work and think at the same time. The one time when it doesn’t is when you are at the entrance or exit to a large expressway. It is at those times that you must be cognizant that you might get run over. You are also the target for the state police who are constantly stopping to ask you what you are doing. Funny, I thought that they would notice, especially at this time of the year, that it would be sign removal time. I guess they must ask, because you can be doing all sorts of illegal things at those parts of the highway.
The disposal of the signs is also not easy. Where do you throw them? My garbage cans are not of the size to accept one hundred signs. If you leave them somewhere, guess what, your name is on the signs and surely someone will notice that. What I needed was one of those large dumpsters. I thought about where one might be and then called the place at which I had purchased them.
I called the owner and he was happy for me to dump the signs in his large dumpster. So now I have learned something else. There is a life cycle to signs. They begin and end in the same place.