Sign of the Times

It's Christmas time in SoFla, and I took a couple of lousy pictures to try and capture the spirit.  One is of the ubiquitous light-wrapped palm tree.  You see it everywhere.  I like it.

Another is of the new Pompano Beach oceanfront parking deck.  Yes, it's a parking deck.  But they did a good job on this one.  They used old school elements with the signage, and then they also put up these huge wave-shaped sails to block the look of stacks of concrete.  And they also light them up in holiday colors during December.  Boo-yah!

Need something to do while you're freezing your butt of in Philly?  I took in DJ Deejay's act at Silk City last weekend (the boxing was on Friday, the dancing on Saturday - live your lives, little ones).  It was quite fun - we had the dancefloor to ourselves for about 20 minutes, and then the hordes came and I had to stop with the high kicks, massive spins and other patented BRP dance floor moves.   

One last item, then I'll let you go back to your life.  Check out this sign:

Now, BRP was a HUGE skateboarder back in the day.  And skateboarding is not a crime!  But of course, many skateboarders themselves are criminals, and BRP is no exception to that rule.  (And many skateboarders ended up into the whole punk thing, BRP included.) 

You have to admire the ingenuity of skateboarders.  If you're going to pave paradise and put up a parking lot, a decision over which I have no control, well, I'm going to skate the living shit out of that parking lot.  Go ahead, call the cops.  I'll outrun them for sure.  Been there, done that.

But no GRINDING?  Where I come from, grinding is a slow dance.  A very sexy slow dance.  So where is the picture illustrating that on the sign above?  And why no grinding?  Is this a church or something?  No skating and no grinding?  Time for a revolution.