School Story:
One night, Carla Ackerman (RIP), Suzanne Richards, Nancy Tucker, and myself decided to tear down the "Janio es o Camino" sign, hung high over the main road from the old airport into the city. Early terrorists? We painted our faces with boot black, put on black clothing, only spoke French, and took a taxi to the site. We did manage to climb up the posts, and tear/cut the sign down. Started running when a couple of men tried to stop us. I was the only one caught, but got away with a bite to the man. We all joined up again, took pieces of the tainted sign to save as a keepsake of our shenanigans. And lived to tell about it!
This story was told to my daughter by Carla, at one of our class reunions. I had hidden it deep in the recesses of my memory...