Thickly Settled
I was up in Andover, Mass. the past few days at a golf outing off-site meeting. One thing that always cracks me up about New England are some of the different terms they use. Here in Joisy we have signs that say “Slow Children At Play” (which I guess says something about our youths’ IQ) or “School Zone.” When I turned onto the quiet residential street in Andover where the meeting was being held there was this nice official sign saying “Thickly Settled.”
Heh, I love stuff like that.
I need one of those over the table whenever I’m tempted by a brownie. Or Zapp’s buhdaydo chips.
That Baked Scrod goes right to the hips.
“Slow children at play”
Man, that just tears my heart out. But I was overjoyed one day to discover that these brave children can grow up to be productive citizens. I saw a sign that said “Slow men at work”
Thank you! You’ve been a great audience!
Of course, “thickly” may also refer to IQ.
Locally that sign is “Watch Children at Play.” So I always pull over and do it, until someone calls the cops.
“Watch Children”? Are they anything like those weird Corn Children?
Yer creepin’ me out, Fly. Do you always do what you’re told?
Yeah, Fly. If THS told you to jump off a bridge…
Bridges are my limit; I’m scared of them.
AND the Joisey sludge one would land in. Not enough shots in the world to cure what would climb aboard your bod…
Thickly settled? That’s probably not such a bad idea. I don’t know any self-respecting young hooligans who would enjoy stealing and hanging on their wall a “thickly settled” sign.
“Slow Children at Play”, “Neighborhood Watch Zone”, and the infamous “Speed Hump” signs are still well worthwhile.
I have a lovely duck crossing sign purloined from a backroad in Anchorage, which ran past an equally lovely pub. (Liquid courage makes for light fingers.) But I’m an old hand at highway robbery, which is how I wound up in the Marines…