Taken by our sweet Westfield secretary who thought it was rather humorous that I was changing the sign in 10 degree weather with no gloves! Our current sign might be the devil incarnate. When it’s time to change the sign, you end up spending a lot of time fiddling–with the old letters to get them out, with the new letters to get them in, with the key to unlock the glass, with the key to lock it back, and so on. And that’s the problem with putting up a message with dates. Once those dates or times have passed, you GOTTA change it. Luckily, I happen to have a very striking pair of yellow galoshes that make this project bearable in more than one way.