Life of Wry

We now possess a few Yolo County road signs.

Jim retouched the photo to obscure the original sign text. Here is Jim’s explanation from his facebook post:

Another episode of “it followed me home.”

One of my recent projects was at a fraternity that’s relocating to another house, as the current site is going to be redeveloped. Among the considerable junk that the boys had accumulated over the years was a road sign.

How the frat came into possession of the sign is a little murky, but here’s what I’ve been able to piece together, partly from talking to the boys, and partly my own surmise:

A driver ran into the sign and knocked it down. Someone (else?) saw the sign lying in the road, picked it up an hauled it away. Someone (else?) tossed the sign over the fraternity’s side yard fence as a prank, where it lay unmolested for weeks, months or years. The boys, needing to clear the site upon moving out, dragged it over to their dump pile.

Being an incorrigible scavenger since boyhood, I saw the sign as a collection of raw materials that “might come in handy someday.” I kept eyeing it over the several days I was on site, but also kept telling myself that I don’t need it and don’t have anywhere to store it. But…my inner child won out, and yesterday I loaded it into my truck and hauled it home.

What will I do with it? I don’t know, but it might come in handy some day.

(Street names are munged; no point in riling up the public agency that fell victim to the original crime.)

He’s so cute.