The Logan secret letter spot. Where the Loganites write messages to each other, their kids, god, nobody at all. I’ve never actually seen anyone assembling a message until today, when a shorter man with silver hair was out there with a bag of plastic letters.
"I didn’t realize people replace the letters on this thing," I said.
"Well, someone has to or I wouldn’t be able to wish my nephew a happy birthday," the man said as he tucked an upside down "u" next to the right arm of a "w."
"Kolton," I said. "Now there’s a name you don’t see often."
"I know," he said. "My hippie dippy sister. When I first found out about the name, I thought, ‘Ugg, don’t name him that, he’ll sound like a porn star.’"
He didn’t elaborate on whether he still considered the name to be of the porn star varietal.
I dig the grey man’s style. A “3” and a “7” make up the “G” in “Good.” Two plus four equals the word six in one equation, but five plus five equals the number 10. The extra letters form little multi-colored mounds and Kolton - the six-year-old adult entertainment wannabe - is flanked above and below by mysterious groupings of sideways-splayed letters. A proper happy birthday. One adult Kolton will no doubt look fondly back upon from the cushy comfort of his primo porn king lifestyle.