In northern Wisconsin, where lakes stay frozen through April, businesses work hard to attract summer traffic, postings signs, big and small.
But the sign that grabbed me was a two-sided country churchyard one.
It made me smile.
Then, unexpectedly, its words encouraged a drive to another local church -– my faith.
That’s where I spied this sports car parked across two front-entry spaces, including one pastor-reserved.
Perhaps the parish had voted that it somehow improved parishioner pedestrian flow.
Without context, though, the parking job read like a not-so-good sign.
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Interesting. My new work partner and I were putting up bulletin boards. One of us had to be up close stapling charts etc..., and the other far back to get it just right. And we got into a philosophical discussion about how an accurate reading of signs requires a certain distance.
Maybe the little old man could not see the lines.
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