If you’re of a certain age, like me, your first reaction on seeing this is to hear a certain Elton John song. I follow that up with a realization that I don’t have any idea what the song is about. Who is this Levon and why is being Levon so epic? 

 And then, as you’re walking away, humming along to the tune now firmly stuck in your head, only then do you take the time to ponder whether it’s grammatically appropriate to believe “on” something. Or to stand “on” line as they seem to do in NYC. 

And finally, as the moment passes, you can ponder which local business this car’s people might be in: the activist bookstore, the transgender-run daycare, the tattoo parlor? Oh well, you’re welcome in Brattleboro, whatever you believe on.