TWEAKED BY THE WRITTEN WORD…But not in a deep way

I’ve been on the road–the same dang road–frequently, this year. It’s a pretty drive through the northeast Oklahoma countryside, thought-provoking and admiration-inducing, too. Some stuff I see on that drive:THE......what? There are two pillars about 10 feet apart. Nothing between them. Nothing hooked to them. No fence. No gate. Both painted white a long time ago. The one on the left: blank. The one on the right: someone, with a pretty steady hand, painted THE in pretty blue script. THE what? I’ve knocked on the door of the house behind the pillars and have never found anyone home. [...]