David Lawrence Young, Jr. (my grandfather) was born in Boise, ID. I drove around a bit and found the state capitol building. According to family history, the Youngs lived here for a while after David Lawrence Young, Sr. (my great-grandfather) set up his law practice in town. Apparently, he also served in the state legislature for “a term or two.”
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Spotted this Rick & Morty mural off 3rd St. in San Francisco. “You shall now call me Snowball, because my fur is pretty and white.”
My plan was to drive up to Idaho for the solar eclipse, but I was fighting a horrible, rib-rattling chest cold. I know you’re not supposed to do this, but I looked through my medicine cabinet to see if I happened to have any antibiotics I could take. I found some, but they had the most explicit doctors instructions I had ever read.
My brother, sister-in-law, and niece gave me this Lego Wolverine for Christmas. I’ve placed him on the door jamb, ready to pounce!
As very little boys, my brother & I were obsessed with
I drove up to the Bay for 4th of July. A couple days later, I got together for dinner with some ex-DWA friends. My dear friend Robyn took us on an afterwork tour of the Pixar campus.

St. Louis. Gateway to the West. The arch was one of the last outstanding squares on my American landmark bingo card.
I feel like this bike rake was a real missed design opportunity.


Looking back over the Mississippi River to Illinois.
The view from the top of the Arch looking west.
Apogee.
The elevator “pods” that take you to the top of the arch were a hellish ordeal. What was clearly Space Age technology in the 1960s hasn’t been updated since. Several times, I thought to myself, “This is how I die.”
Being late June, a thunderstorm rolled in. The rain runs down the Arch in fascinating ways.

Not far down the street from
The parking lot was a veritable graveyard of signage.
I kept thinking of Lisa Simpson & Paul Anka’s “Just don’t look, just don’t look…”
The entrance was clearly marked.
The museum chronicles the history of signage, from painted letters to light bulbs to opal letters and finally to neon.











It includes an impressive research library…
…and a workshop.






Still can’t believe this ecological nightmare was an actual logo.
Incorporated into the city street façades, in the “shop” windows, are mini-exhibits with tools and art books.
I was tickled by the idea that at some point in history a clock would attract everyone’s attention.
The blueprint to the McDonald’s neon sign was kind of breathtaking.
This Big Boy sign was right next to the men’s restroom.
These modern paintings in the style of old fashioned ads were gorgeous.
Farewell, American Sign Museum!
Apparently everyone knew this except me, but
“Baby, if you’ve ever wondered

It’s probably the most impressive building I’ve seen outside of Manhattan or Chicago.


I visited the 




































I was out in Chicago helping my friend Stephanie settle in to her new home. We went on a Chicago architectural river cruise and timed it perfectly for sunset.