Since we moved into our house 18 years ago there’s been a decrepit real estate office two blocks away on 24th Street. Its window has hosted handmade signs and mid-Century artifacts that made it clear that the real estate agent owner thought right-wing Conservatism was the only true way to be a patriot. His written comments were nasty, if occasionally funny.
Today the store’s owner and his handiwork were featured on the front page of The Wall Street Journal.
The article is an upbeat, “colorful local character” piece. Okay. Harry Aleo, the guy, died a year ago, so he can be lovable now.
He talked about Loonie Valley and its liberals. I am not sure that his comments were good natured ribbing. I never saw a wink and a nod and an invitation to discuss the issues when I went by. I am glad the Wall Street Journal could divine Aleo’s true goodheartedness.
The article and slide show are fun, nevertheless. And, I hope I misjudged Aleo’s intended level of civility.
I found his window very bizarre, bordering offensive. I wondered who owned it, since it looked so decrepit. I’m glad those kind of people are dying off.