Every few years I remember to drive out by my favorite sign of all time. One of these days I will have waited too long to get one more photo, though, and that will be a sad discovery.
Lubbock County, Texas
I know. I know that the name of the cemetery was “Graves.” But that sign was still hilarious – so hilarious, in fact, that it required the Patient Spouse to make a u-turn so I could get the shot. (And, then another u-turn to head us back in the right direction. It’s our usual path when we travel.)
The street-facing side of this sign says “United Methodist Church,” a group that was formed in 1968 when the Methodists joined up with the United Evangelical Brethren. Since the old name (complete with old time Gothic lettering!) was on the back side of the sign, I assume that the church members saw no reason to get a whole new sign, when all they had to do was turn the old one around.
Methodists: reusing stuff before it was even a thing. (If only, as an organization, they were still that progressive. But don’t get me started on that.)
House, New Mexico