Saw this sign on the side of a building during a recent bike ride:
Okay, I’m good with that. I’m a massive proponent of supporting local businesses.
But wait! Pull back a little and we see the bigger picture:
What am I supposed to do with this cognitive dissonance? Subway spreads like a deadly pandemic across the face of this country. Fine. Let Iowa, Florida, and New Mexico have their nasty, mass-produced, generic sandwiches. But here in the Boston area, home of some of the best local sub shops east or west of Tuscany, Subway is unnecessary at best, a cancer at worst, eating away at our culture like the rot slowly consuming the shack in this photo.
Scribbling in the Sand 