Music for your reading pleasure:
“Signs,” Five Man Electrical Band, 1971
One of my great grandmothers (GGM) lived in San Antonio, having moved there from Floresville after her husband died. Her house was on the outskirts of San Antonio, closer to San Antonio where the hospitals were but still close to all the relatives in Floresville. She was so far on the outskirts, though, that my wise old grandmother used to say, “She lives closer to us than she does to San Antonio.”
Then San Antonio started to grow, expanding out to where GGM’s house was. Suddenly an Interstate freeway was going to rise above her house, literally. The family was devastated because she would have to move again, and at her age (87), they were not happy.
Well, things have a way of working out.
Even though the freeway would pass over her house, she was one of the few who didn’t have to move. In fact, her property became very valuable to advertisers….
She signed a 30-year lease to have a billboard erected on her property. I remember when I went to visit after the freeway and billboard were built. I though it was the weirdest thing that this huge back yard that I used to play in was no more, just a huge metal pole sticking 100 feet up into the sky. They sun had disappeared, too. Always shady, which is when I discovered ferns, by the way. As I said, things have a way of working out.
I don’t remember what the billboard advertised but ever since that time, signs have fascinated me.
When California was having financial problems after 9/11, I thought that perhaps they could remove some of the freeway signs and sell them for scrap metal. I mean, do we really arrows that tell us the exact point where the freeway begins?
Believe it or not, there are some freeway entrances that actually have signs that say “FREEWAY BEGINS HERE” above the arrow. Really? Whose bright idea was that? Some politician with money to spend, or possibly friends in the sign-making business?
Here are a few other signs that I’ve found over the years that intrigued me:
Don’t worry. I did not go beyond the fence. However, some authorities did look at me quizzically as I took that picture.
Who knew there were official licensed products of the U.S. Air Force?
I’m wondering if there are “MADE IN CHINA” stickers on our aircraft….
Here’s one that had me looking for my compass (it was a cloudy day) and tape measure:
If you’re driving on Interstate 15 near the border with Mexico, you might be shocked to see this sign:
It always gets a lot of laughs from visitors because of the child flying in the wind, but it really is a commentary on the sad state of affairs for immigrants.
Wildlife crossings are always an interesting find. You just never know where you’ll find one, or for what kind of wildlife.
And one of my favorite real estate disclosure signs of all time:
That sign was one of many signs surrounding a six-acre egg ranch. Egg ranches have chickens, and if you’ve ever been around more than three or four chickens, you know that they can leave a nice, smelly mess. For more about the abandoned egg ranch, see my post “You will be affected by flies, odors, dust, and noise.”
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