David Byrne writes songs about my father-in-law.

As I've noted elsewhere, my father-in-law owns an auto repair shop, and he's also a one-of-a-kind dude. To help out a down-on-his-luck sign painter, Paul dreams up all sorts of little projects for this guy, and as a result, Paul's shop is decked out in odd folk art.

I was down at the shop today, getting the car looked at and I managed to get off a few shots of choice aphorisms. Enjoy.