It’s about midnight and I stink like a grease trap and someone else’s cigarettes. The bus gives distance between me and the kitchen I’ll have to return to in a short 8 hours. I’m half asleep (and missed my stop about a mile ago) when I see it… JESUS SAVES in fluorescent pink neon.
I can’t say the sign worked as the lord intended, but I immediately converted to the Church of Neon. And the impeccable light work that dots the Ballard neighborhood always reminds me to keep the faith.
