Longtime readers may remember that my mother was once a stewardess. She flew with Northwest, and lived in the Minneapolis area when she did. She stole this sign one night cutting up with her friends.
It was in this very same place in our house in Anniston—to the left of the garage door—when I was growing up. I certainly was tickled to fasten it into place upon our arrival at this house, most of 14 years ago. I had no idea my mother would only live another six months.
I like having this connection to her. Whatever disconnections we had, we never had trouble laughing and flouting societal norms together.
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Wow, Bo! I totally remember that sign in your garage. Very cool to hear the story behind it.
Awesome! I’m glad you remember it. And I know you remember her.
The letters and border are stamped directly into the sign, as opposed to an applique. It makes it feel very old-fashioned.