As a child, I was fascinated by this sign. It was located along the route my family would take into Baton Rouge and I remember sitting in the backseat of our car with my face pressed against the window eagerly waiting to see it. I think this was the first time I ever paid attention to the way letters looked. This sign isn’t perfect, but it is still my favorite.
(Wow. It sure has been a long time since I posted anything. I have been more than busy…)