Lately I keep noticing vintage but cut-off signs. This one is around the corner from my apartment on Foster Avenue, the street that cuts up Ditmas Park and Fisk Terrace/Midwood. Somewhere around this building lives a girl I kissed once at Sycamore then took out to dinner one time. She moderated comments online for a large new organization. The net-net is there was no there there.  Really, I think it was just kind of rude for the Chinese restaurant to cover up the sign like this.