There are things that I prefer not to look at. . .
my cracked molar, the scar on my leg, the ComEd bill. And I find that I go out of my way to avoid driving past my old school (or at least drive with eyes averted as much as is safe to do.) My first dorm torn down. General disrepair and sadness. But thank heavens the gaudy colored for sale sign has been toned down to maroon and white. Avoid the garish and all is right, dontcha know?