I am not sure what this means on the tag of a car I pass on my walk.
In my mind, I hear a husband saying to his wife, “Ok, love” whatever you want.
I don’t know if he is exasperated and defeated. Or, is he expressing his devotion?
I will never know.
Signs of the times
It is interesting that we live in a time where we display our feelings, loyalties, sense of humor, politics, philosophy and more on automotive tags, tee shirts, signs in our front yard, bumper stickers.
My parents and grandparents would have found that abhorrent.
Some people would counter that even for my elders there were signs all around, perhaps more subtle and probably more ambiguous.
We can be judged, categorized and pigeonholed by the cars we drive, the neighborhoods where we live, our profession or lack thereof, the leisure activities we enjoy, where, or if, we worship. The list goes on.
I live in Oregon.
I drive a foreign car.
I attend the Episcopal church.
I drink red wine.
A person could draw conclusions about my politics, my worldview, my economic status…
But that is only part of the story of me.
People are more than their parts.