> That is really cool!
It was but one of a number of unusual signs during the adoption process, but the most undeniably clear one.
My adopted father showed up in my driveway in 1968, I think. He was driving a light blue volkswagen bug. As he turned into the driveway, his car got hit by a city road truck.
I remember the old "smudge-pot" markers that day, they were working on the road.
Anyway, his VW busted down the front of our house.
My brothers and I were all over it, seeing what had happened.
He adopted us anyway.
Or maybe we adopted him, I forget.
Anyway, Dad made it work.