Fort Awesome!

I'm on my way home from coffee in Kensington with the kids last night when I walk by a house with a sign nailed over the porch. It reads: Fort Awesome! (including the exclamation mark) and appears to be a middle-school shop project gone horribly right. I don't know whether or not it would be a dream come true or a nightmare on earth growing up in this house. Regardless, Fort Awesome! stands resolute on the frontier of optimism, repelling those whose glasses are half empty back from whence they came.

Of course, there was an immediate mental picture of an olde-tyme Wild West fort, smack in the middle of the prairie, filled with pioneers who are enthused and/or pumped all the time, high-fiving each other when the supply wagon shows up, engaging the native population in a meaningful dialogue about blanket weaving or bead detailing, and overhearing exchanges like `How is your trap-line, Angus?' `Totally Awesome, Wayne! The money received for the dozen possum skins will keep me amply awesome for a fortnight!'. And so on. Ahem.

Fort Awesome!