I Think I'm on The Wrong Block...

... though my first name means lover of horses.

It was raining as I walked back to the car from a blipless visit to Mindport this afternoon. I'd read about a special model train exhibit there but it was very disappointing.

I looked up toward the sky on Holly Street, in spite of the rain, and saw an inscription I'd never noticed before. YoungPoet would be able to write something very witty about this, but I'm suffering from writer's block.

Full disclosure: I had to find just the right camera position to (almost) block the first letter