Monday I went with Aunt S and friend to the flea market in L'ville. Walking around the junk section, looking at the signs, it was a punctuation stickler's hell. For every extra apostrophe on a sign, a comma was missing from somewhere else. I was extremely tempted to whip out the permanent marker I have taken to carrying in my purse and correct all the handmade signs, but it was the last hours of the market and the editing, I fear, would have been lost.