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Well folks, this afternoon found me and Scott parked along the side of the old highway. We looked a little odd, to say the least! There we were, in our dress clothes, hammer and four foot ladder in hand, climbing over an old, rusted, barbed wire fence. But it was worth it. I held the ladder, as Scott rescued my sign. Just a stupid little sign that holds many memories for my brothers and myself. Scott didn't complain, just carefully removed the old rusted sign from the magnificent pine tree it had been hammered into years and years ago. Today, Johnboy also sent me a photo of what she looked like when brand, spankin' new. There's quite a difference, but still the same to me! A landmark in our life time! <img src="/metal/html/smile.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt="">