Board?

Lumber, next exit.

This clever billboard has long been one of my favorites. And it quite sums up where we are with this blog: bored.

So, when in doubt, reinvent! We're mixing things up here on Wheeling (because if we didn't, we'd definitely never come for a visit, let alone post something).

To give you a taste of the new direction and kick things off, here's some bus poetry, meaning it was written on the bus by our very own N8theSk8. Enjoy!

March
twenty four play
for
Wilhelm Reich's
birthday
A 110 year-old Willi
still he
looks for redemption
in this Armored Age
where the erection
of monuments to troublemakers
never happens
in time
for them or for us

so go
you messed up, sexed up masses
huff and puff
put your lips together
and
blow
sextinguishing their flame
and their wishes for us all

in the dark