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Silly Rules

By Mary Vee Photo taken by Mary Vee I grew up in a home with rules. Most of us did. Some rules seemed silly to me at the time, and still do. Here are a few: 1. Fold the newspaper and put in on the corner of the davenport when finished (for you Internet readers, a newspaper is several large sheets of thin-rectangular paper containing articles and advertisements....a davenport is what my mom called a sofa). 2. Iron Dad's hankies crisp with no wrinkles. (a hankie is a cloth, reusable-if-washed tissue). 3. Change the car radio station back to Dad's favorite before going in the house.  4. All practical jokes are compliments (at least they thought of us)  5. Shout "Whoa to he/she who opens it next" when finally getting the freezer to close after mom went shopping. and there were many more. Imagine my surprise when I saw the above sign at a river park this last week. I obediently walked on the grass toward the river, climbed a tower on the bank, sat at...