They guide us and remind us, inform us, direct us. The good ones bring a smile.
It was about as far back as my memory goes, back when I was practicing my phonics on Burma Shave signs. My family unit rolled out of Rolla, leaving Route 66 in our rearview mirror, headed for the springs. Our … Read More
I climbed up and took a nap beneath the T on this sign, sharing space with the ghosts of travelers who stopped here long ago to add a sticky chapter to their Route 66 journey. Locals too. And Spring breakers … Read More
I slowed. What could this be? The sign was at the end of a seldom-traveled blacktop…no reason to use caution, out here on the edge of a thick stand of trees that marked the fringe of a mountain forest. Maybe … Read More