YIELD TO THE ROCKETSHIP. On a vacation to a place that we (as Americans) are not technically allowed to visit, I saw a sign. Not a sign from above, but rather a street sign. This may seem insignificant; but in a country where things of the like are almost always dilapidated and so faded by the sun that they are unreadable, it stood out. I saw it again just now in Kenya. While I do know its meaning, I still like to think of it as the ‘yield to the rocketship’ sign. And one day, if my life proves to be something to write about, I just might have the title.