If you see me smiling to myself as I’m driving, it may be because I have just seen this sign (without the drawing on it). I may even make a comment (the first hundred times I drive past it) – it’s just the way we grew up. We would pass a sign that said “Road Bears Right” and my mother would make us look for the road bears, watch out for Evel Knievel
(see picture on right), we wondered why doors were alarmed (what had bothered them?). Thanks Mum (you know who you are). My days are brighter because of you.
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Aileen, I love this post. It immediatley brought happy thoughts of my Dad and his clever stories about a missing Native American Indian hero by the name of Falling Rock. The stories always came to life as we made our annual vacation through Colorado and came upon “Watch For Falling Rock” road signs.
Lynn – we must have grown up in very similar families