or so the sign says. . . . . on a telephone pole on a highway, coming into town. A friend of mine sent me a text message telling of it's arrival, the signs', not Jesus. She knows I'm a collector of this stuff, considering it "rural Americana art" . . . . I have collected several of his "pieces" off the road side in the past. A few friends fought me for them, I say fought, in the sense that they would stop on the road and gather them before I could.
In the past, they have typically been attached to a metal road sign post, so I went with trusty clippers and pocket knife in hand, not realizing two sturdy nails would hold this one to a telephone pole. I couldn't even pull it off. So tomorrow, I go back with a crowbar and a friend.
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