Last week, I was chatting with the friendly bartender at Mooney’s, who admitted to me that he was one of the perpetrators of the movie marquee rewording that’s been going on for the past few months. His accomplices include a sheriff, a playwright and one other who’s occupation I can’t recall.
[Ed note: These aren’t the first anagrammers to be outed. Paul Berger wrote about sign-alterer David Collins in his blog and in an article for the New York Times (requires registration).]
If I had any doubts as to their story, I lost them when upon returning to the bar, I noticed near the back lurked a small, slightly shifty and wordy crew of late-night marquee pirates, puzzling over the arrangements of of letters cut from a newspaper, jotting down possible reformations in a notepad for future nocturnal recombinations.
You know how it is, I know how it is: