Wednesday, April 3, 2013
My mother said there would be days like this.
You find some cool wood. You paint it. You letter it. You get the farm guy with the strong arms to ram some metal posts into the dirt. You wire up the sign.
And all is good.
Until some semi-truck driver with a sign vendetta decides to back up, more than a certain task requires, murdering an innocent sign.
So I swallow my pride, clear up the old wood with help of a hard working niece spending a few days with us and burn the evidence.
A new sign is created.
Lets just hope the next semi-driver has better backing up skills.