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Signs, signs everywhere there’s signs…

Baytown is considering a new tax (they call it a fee) that would require you to have a permit to hold a garage sale. Five bucks for the permit and a deposit of $25.00 for up to five signs. You get the $25 back when you return the signs within 24 hours. The city manager says it will better help manage garage sales.
Drove slowly up and down the main drag in Highlands early this morning, two times actually. It is amazing at the signs and posters tacked and nailed to the utility poles. Some signs have been up so long, the words have faded out. Numerous other signs are nailed high on the pole that can be removed only by using a ladder and pry bar.
You need to look at the utility pole at the exit of the post office. There is enough metal in that pole to make a car. Incredible!
Of course, its time for the politickers to place their signs but most of those are on private property, but some ain’t.
As far as signs are concerned, Jones has the lead with a count of 11 followed by the Pilot Club’s (8 signs) up coming BBQ fundraiser. Then there is a Norwood running against Jones with a count of six signs posted.
Trautman for taxman has four signs with many others too numerous to mention.
Jones will have his signs down come the end of the election as I am told.

Having once been a sales rep for a major tobacco company, our job was to put up advertisement for the company. We put up more signs than the law should allow. From shelf talkers to the hour signs on business doors and posters. The large metal signs had been phased out by time I got there.
Pulled up to a Mom and Pop store back then and the storefront windows would be loaded with signage. It is considered free advertisement for the company, but trash to me this day and time.
Remember Art Linkletter and his “Kids say the darndest thing” on television years ago?
These would qualify: A second grader came home from school and said to her Grandmother, “Grandma, Guess what? We learned how to make babies today.” The Grandmother, more than a little surprised, tried to keep her cool. “That’s interesting.” She said, “How do you make babies?” “Its simple,” replied the little girl, “You change ‘y’ to ‘i’ and add ‘es’.
Teacher: Now, Johnny, tell me frankly, do you say prayers before eating? Johnny: No sir, I do not have to, my Mom is a good cook.
My young grandson called the other day to wish me Happy Birthday. He asked me how old I was, and I told him, “62”. He was quiet for a moment and then he said, “Did you start at 1?”
A Grandmother was telling her little granddaughter what her own childhood was like: “We used to skate outside on a pond. I had a swing made from a tire; it hung from a tree in our front yard. We rode our pony. We picked wild raspberries in the woods.” The little girl was wide-eyed, taking this all in. At last, she said, “I sure wish I’d gotten to know you sooner!”