In my little village of Bloomfield there is one of those signs with moveable letters behind a locked glass window. The sign is located at the main intersection, at the stoplight, facing the crossroad. Everyone can see it and looks at it. We find out all sorts of things when we read this: Methodist dinners; soccer sign-ups; Christmas festivals; and art exhibits at the library.
The sign looked like this last night:
Once, the Girl Scouts were holding sign-ups at the Bloomfield Pubic [sic] Library.
This is a little exhibit up at my local library for a few weeks.
We had a reception last night. It was snowing like crazy, though, so not many people ventured out, and I don't blame them! The few who did got some munchies and got to hear me talk about my work. Then we drove home very, very slowly.