Publishers Note
Commentary by Scot Giambalvo
It Was Just A Matter Of Time
In the “It Was Just A Matter Of Time” department, someone finally tore down the “Coming Soon, Mr. Doughnut” sign on 12th Street in Lemoyne. To refresh your memory, or to tell those of you who are not faithful readers (tsk, tsk), someone put a sign up over a noted speed-trap on 12th Street in Lemoyne between the West Shore Plaza and the Camp Hill Post Office. I have to tell you that when I first brought this humorous deed to light I received more e-mails and phone calls than for any of my other Notes.
 I especially enjoyed the “senior” woman who called to correct me on the facts that it’s not Erford Road that the sign was on, it’s 12th Street, and it’s not Camp Hill, it’s still Lemoyne. I guess she wanted to point out that the Camp Hill cops wouldn’t waste their time shooting fish in a barrel. If you’ve ever been on that stretch of road, you’d understand exactly what I mean.
The road is desolate. Not a house or business in sight, just a muddy pull-off in the valley, where the Lemoyne cops park and nail people for going over the ridiculous 25 MPH speed limit. (Kids on skateboards propelled only by the earth’s gravity can get up over
25 MPH on that joke of road.)
As a matter of fact, another reader commented that he once got a ticket on that very road for, get this, following too closely.
Get a life already, will ya!
So, anyway, the sign has been desecrated. Torn down with malice. But by who? What normal citizen, with even one ounce of humour in their body, would ever tear down such a testament to “typical local-yokel speed traps”? It took a pretty good amount of effort to get to this sign. By the marks on the ground, the person that put it up, apparently used a ladder. So, the person, or persons, that tore it down, either needed a boost, or a vehicle you wouldn’t care to stand on the hood or roof of, (like a patrol car), or a long stick (like a billy club), to reach up ten or so feet and actually get to the sign.
I took a poll, and here’s what I found. Most of the respondents agreed that it was probably an off duty cop that was “insulted” by the posting of the sign. We guess he/she was acting of their own accord, probably tresspassing on private property, just to vindicate and emancipate their once “covert” hiding place. Interestingly, not one cop was sighted at the ole speed trap for the entire month that sign stood so proud. It was so effective in it’s message it was just a matter of time before it’s impending doom was realized.
But now, we at MODE Weekly have been put on a mission. We want to know who owns that piece of land, and whether or not we can have another sign posted in the exact same place... maybe another ten or so feet up. A sign made out of Kryptonite, strong enough to hang a cruiser off of... if necessary.
Now more than ever, it’s imperative that the original sign poster contact me directly so we can mend the injustice done to what was possibly the funniest single act ever performed on 12th Street. My free dinner offer still stands for the soul that comes forth.
I hope you find reading this issue of MODE Weekly as enjoyable as we did making it.
Scot Giambalvo
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