There was...as in “used to be”....an old, shot with bullet holes, sign on the dirt road river crossing to my house. It had long lost it’s sturdy stance by time, occasional bumps from trucks and of course the flood waters themselves and it was leaning heavily. Well, my eyes had fallen upon that old sign and I was thinking about driving down to the river some night with tools and some WD 40 to “recover” it. One day when driving through the river, I pointed it out to my son and