Yesterday, the sun shined brightly and we soaked it up. Jim worked on the mal functioning auto lock on the passenger side door of the Bronco. I washed a couple of rugs and hung them out to drain and dry in the sun. It felt good to move about and feel the sun on our faces.
We did the laundry and bought home-made tamales from Rosa’s on the way home. Delicious late lunch. We sort of melted into the cushions and read the rest of the day and just snacked for dinner. On the way home I saw a sign for a frame shop, Hall Of Frames. I’m often impressed by the clever names people choose for their businesses. I don’t always get the picture, but I indulge in clever signs whenever I get a chance.
This sign is in old town Gallup, NM, outside of a business near a park. I once had a small retail store and I understand this completely.
Of course, strange but serious signs are funny too, like this one on a desert walking trail.
You don’t see one of these very often. It is part of General Patton’s Museum in California where they tested tanks and other war equipment at one time.
Others are just fun. (The blur is my fault.)
.In Tombstone Arizona where the waiters and waitresses wear guns, unloaded, I’m sure. The customers are not allowed to wear guns.
An ad on a T-shirt.
I think this was a game shop, cards, poker chips etc. in Las Vegas.
Stapled to a power pole in Bisbee, Arizona.
A cookbook for sale in a motorcycle museum.
This curious statement on a business window in Harlingen, Texas, intrigued me. Driving by it a second time, I found out the new business going in will be a bike shop. Can’t reason it out. Obviously something I don’t know about bikes and bikers.
Well, this one is easy to understand. It is posted at my Italian neighbor’s house, and she is a hoot.