The IAMSTERDAM letters have moved to my front yard. Okay, it’s actually a square in front of our student house, not a yard, but you get the picture. I actually saw the letters being moved off their gigantic truck, and onto my turf.
Being that there is now a tourist trap in my front yard, hours of entertainment are at my dispense, whether I’m eating breakfast, or unlocking my bike. There is always something absurd happening on those letters. However, I’ve yet to see a planker. Maybe I’d better take that on myself. I guess I could stretch out between the “a” and the “m.” Stay tuned!