The Case of the Disappearing Sign

It was a dark and stormy night. The rain dripped from my fedora, as I sat at my lonely desk, looking out over the skyline (you would think that I could afford a place with a ceiling). I could see flashes of lightning illuminating the city and all its dark secrets. I did not know then that one of those secrets would invade my quietude and make me consider the signs all around. Particularly, I would think about the sign that was not there anymore, the disappeared sign.

See, it all started at the restaurant. The restaurant, call it Anthony’s Fish Place to protect the innocent, had to make a change. This restaurant, well, it had a sign attached to its front proclaiming it Anthony’s Fish Place. Because of a certain scandal that everybody knows about, involving a young beautiful woman and a carp, the name had to be changed to Anthony’s Steak Place. The sign, that damned sign, had to be changed. Not to mention the menu.