Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs…

Yeah, you see the darndest thing traveling across this wide country of ours. Jeanie and I had stopped at a truck stop for some gas a few miles (I think) east of Reno, and I just had to get a picture of the sign announcing our whereabouts (we looked around and never did see a town, per se…figured all twenty eight of the residents must live and work right there in the truckstop). It brought to mind some of the other signs we’ve seen over the two-plus years we’ve been on the road, including this one (below); we saw it as we were coming into Kentucky a year ago last spring. We’ve pondered the meaning and still haven’t come up with an explanation. Apparently, we’ll have to read Lonesome Dove (from which it is apparently quoted) to get a hint.

Right now, we’re ensconced once again in Morgan Hill, California, waiting for Jeanie’s daughter, Felicia (who lives with her husband Wes in the Bay Area), to give birth to our fourth grandson, due officially September 10. We’re so excited! We’ll keep everyone posted (ha-ha, pun unintended) on that situation. Shortly after the birth, it’s off to San Diego for a wedding: our friend Sandi’s daughter Machelle is getting married September 20th. Busy, busy, busy…