Ann Althouse this morning is blogging her thoughts on an article about the fate of a Wonder Bread sign in Seattle and our ideas of nostalgia today. That got me thinking about my own childhood signage.

Here's an old Eric Zorn column on the famous (to Chicago) Magikist lips. (bonus points if you can correctly identify the product being sold).

Heading home, out of the city limits, the Magikist sign was the general place on the Dan Ryan where you started to hold your breath for as long as you could, breathing in through the mouth after that. The dumps would be coming up quickly on the east side of the expressway, and that smell came in even through closed windows.

Well, the sign is gone now and the dumps were seeded and now look like pretty green hills. If the kids ask, those are methane torches on the hills.