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I ran a family owned carwash after serving in the Air Force for 9 years. Our sign guy painted several carwash menu signs for us over the years. I discovered different signs placed along the driveway could pre-sell extra services as customers waited in line to get their turn into the carwash conveyor. I became very involved in the layout, wording and color themes of these signs and they evolved into a sign system that made us a lot of money. Soon other carwash operators wanted my sign guy to do their signs. Problem was my sign guy was "hard to deal with" so my carwash owner friends asked me to act as a middle man. Soon I was designing and selling signs that my guy would produce. He couldn't keep up so I decided to buy an Anagraph System and a 30" Gerber Plotter. Next came a digitizing tablet and it wasn't long before I was doing part-time sign sales and production for other businesses. We opened up a retail store in Grand Rapids, Michigan sold it when we moved to metro Detroit area. Started up another sign shop in '94 (while running a carwash we purchased). Sold out of the carwash biz in '98 and then went full time into sign biz. Wife and two sons run our main location in a 3500 sq ft facility and I am at a satellite sales and design location 10 miles away. Self-taught for the most part with a lot of help from sign publications and this site. I give a lot of credit to Rick Reigler from Advantage Sign Supply who has given us outstanding guidance and support in the technology needed to grow in this business. Most of all I gotta go along with Bobbie Rochow in the belief that the Lord has put me here to earn my "daily bread"
-------------------- Tony Lucero Eagle Graphics Waterford, MI www.eaglegph.com Posts: 305 | From: Waterford, MI, USA | Registered: Apr 2000
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Airbrushing tags is how it started for me. I wanted a faster way to produce a airbrush design on a tag, a plotter was the thing I was looking for. It allows me to mass produce line art. Apply the vinyl to the tag, airbrush the color in the lines, a design that took me 10 to 15 min now only takes 5. My first few sign jobs were nerve racking to say the least. 4 X 8 banners some cor-plast stuff and a lot of help from RT. got me through it.
-------------------- David L. Harrell S.I.G. Design 2010 Tsalagi Rd. Cherokee,NC. 28719 Posts: 1 | From: Cherokee,NC USA | Registered: Oct 2000
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Ok, Sorry Dave.. Here is the actual Story of my journey into signs. (Truth is Stranger then fiction)
It all started right after my Separation/Divorce. I ran my first business into the ground (I owned a Model design and manufacturing Company. Ployurathane Resin Model Tanks and Figurines) as I didn't care anymore about anything. Including life.. Had a Coke, Meth and heroine Habit that I could not support. So I started counterfeiting. Payroll Checks, Government, Temporary Slave agencies and the Likes. No Individuals. Only companies I knew that Bookkeeping was a month or so behind..(Harder to get caught that way. It was amazing what information you could find in a dumpster.)
Ended up I was pretty decent at graphics/design. This went on for about 8 months was making a fair amount of money. One day got a call that one of the people I was involved in got picked up. I knew she would turn me so I dumped all the hard drives and paper. And low and behold a few hours later there was the dreaded knock on the door. (More like a knock and a crash) Spent the next 2 days at the Maricopa County Hilton waiting for Arraignment. They ended up releasing me on OR no charges filed at that time. I finally had enough of that life. Since no charges were officially filed I was free to leave the state (Or so I thought.) I got a bus ticket back to Colorado. Stayed with my parents for a few days. Then got into rehab and started getting my life back together.
Well Now model making is not a huge Marketable skill so I had to find something legal to do. Tada. Signs. (Had experience with vinyl making credit cards so know a little about it.)
Was out job hunting and I walked into a shop that just added a plotter and computer and the owner was on terminal hold tech support. I just started talking to him and he told me he couldn't the program to communicate with the plotter.. Easy fix. I rolled him away from the desk and sat down had the equipment working in less then 5 minutes. Talked a to him a few minutes. He didn't need any help. Well OK fine.. Went back everyday for 3 weeks and just watched, talked and just learned. After awhile he got sick of me started paying some cash for work. Then we decided to officially created a partnership. He was a very talented artist and I was a good at building them. Did that for about 2 years living in the basement or above the shop offices.
Then the other shoe dropped.. I get a call from my Dad. (It was a courtesy call since my Dad was the Sheriff for 12 years) The sheriff had a warrant for my arrest out of Arizona. Now the Second life turning decision I had to make.. My dad said to run as he didn't want to see me in Prison. I decided to pay my dues, so I turned myself over. We did a telephone Extradition and posted bail, promising to show up in Phoenix for my Court dates. Well 3 months later Plea bargained it all out with the DA but Jail time was to be determined by the judge. Was looking at a possible 2 to 7 years.
Sentencing day. Thank God for letters from the Police and Rehab Counselors here. The Judge flat out told me and the DA there was no sentence that would make anymore difference then what I had already did for myself. 3 Years Probation, 40 hours Public service and consult the Police on other counterfeiting cases.
Came back to Colorado and Built up Rush Signs until my associate snapped and started his own Drug Habit. This was not going to fly. Major Knock down Fight Christmas Eve 1999. Went back a week later. He sold the business from under me and stuck me for 40k.
Great NOW What do I do. The people who bought the shop called me a few weeks later and offered to pay me cash for a few weeks training on the equipment.Being Flat broke again I Swallowed my pride and whet over to MY old shop to train them.
Come to find out that this wonderful former partner of mine was telling them I was stealing from the company etc. And since my history wasn't the greatest they were very cautious of me.(Ok understandable giving the circumstances) After a few weeks of them getting to know me and them going over the books they realized that it was a load of crap. Well that few weeks ended up being a year.
Jan 8th 2001. My future Father-in-law Had a Heart attack and Passed away. We went to Valentine, Nebraska to take care of all his affairs. We decided to stay there and Started Valentine Signs and Graphics with 20k. Bought our Shopbot, Summa Plotter,Signlab and became a letterville resident. (Suckup Points) Ran it from a 400ft Garage. Stayed there for 2 years then decide to move back to Canon City to be closer to Family.
Started This Company "The 3rd Dimension Sign Company" in Sept. 2003 and as they say the rest is history.
These events span the last 16 years of my life. Someone upstairs was watching out for me and I will never forget that and I thank him on a daily basis along with Mom and Dad(May he rest in peace knowing his son pulled his head from the four point of contact) and to the Greatest Person to ever enter my life,(outside my Kids, Kati and Micheal) my Wife of 5 years now Glenda for sticking by me through all this.
I have mended my relationship with my Children and Just pull out my hair watching them grow. My daughter Graduates HS this May and My son is gonna start driving. May god help us all.
Sorry for such a long post but my travel into signs was just more then "I met a guy who taught me." It was a journey of growth and self awareness. I think that is why I love this business so much. Its who I am.
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After my three year stint in the Army I came home and tried security, it was worse than the Army. Next was Circle K-graveyard. There I lettered all the signs in the store. The windows, walls, Beer coolers,etc. Finally the Manager complained that I wasn't stocking and cleaning. So I struck out on my own,working part-time at a local sign shop. Roger the Sign-tist--he loved design and hated lettering (perfect for me I loved lettering). For the past 25 years it has been (most of the time) my sole occupation. Painting remains my passion, it's a great life.
-------------------- Kevin Mann SignMann Sacramento, Ca Posts: 80 | From: sacramento california | Registered: Jan 2007
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Wow! Some great, amazing and even inspiring stories! Even the simple stories are fun to read and think about. I hope everyone chimes in as everyone's story is different and says something about how we all got where we are, wherever that is!
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Somehow John Hodgins found me off this board and asked people to tell there snapper stories for a book he was compiling. I got carried away and wrote 10 pages. It got me on on a roll of writing about my sign experiences to this day. Here is an excerpt from the beginning of my tale. In 1974, I started painting signs for my Dad's realty company. I was 14 years old. He figured that since I could copy comics well, that I must be able to paint signs. Throughout my high school years I painted 4’x4’ lot signs on provided plywood for $12 per sign. I copied out each identical sign in pencil from a small model, without realizing what a ponce pattern was! After a few years, with a dozen of these signs under my belt, I was given the honor of repainting an old "Welcome" sign on Bloomfield Avenue in Caldwell NJ. I was home from college over the summer of 1980 and I was volunteered by my Dad who was a Rotary member. The sign had side wings with lots of lettering, including the imposing words "Birthplace of Grover Cleveland Alexander." I was not really a sign painter at this point, I only knew how to repaint an existing sign if I could still see the letters through the new coat. While I was working on this tough but high profile sign, a man named Frank with greasy hair and a moustache pulled over to me with his old sedan. He assured me that if I could paint signs. “He'd get me so much work that my arm would fall off.” My ship seemed to have arrived. He would bring me panels and even One Shot paint, which amazed me because I didn't know that there was paint especially for painting signs. On one occasion I went in with him to deliver one of "our" signs to a local candy store. The client didn't know that “the artist himself” was in the back pretending to look at post cards. First, I overheard the client complaining about the price, a figure that was actually $5 higher than "my dealer" said we were getting. It was obvious the client hated the sign. He said, "for 40 bucks my 8 year old daughter could do a better job than this" And he threw him out. (Ironically, the sign that his daughter did is still on the building after 21 years. It's looks like each letter is in a different font, a sort of orange and green ransom note that says, "LOTTO, Quick Picks." Occasionally Frank would drive me to a location to work. I would find myself in out of the way places in ethnic Jersey that I had never seen before. I felt so grown up seeing the world through the rolled down window of his beat-up car. One day he took me to a butcher shop somewhere along old Routes 1 & 9. On the way there he made a big deal about how important this job was and how great a job I had to do. I nodded, but I still planned on drawing out the lettering with pencil when I we got there as usual, maybe a little neater? I had no idea how to plan a job in advance. I didn’t snap guidelines nor had I ever heard the word “font” at that time. I would get out my pencil and start drawing out block lettering. My goal was to get all of the letters on the sign and centered. For this job I thought some style was called for so I deployed my latest trick, which was rounding off all of the letters at the terminators, in this way I rendered them as a sort of poor man’s Helvetica Round.. I was busily laying out the sign in this way, when I looked down and saw that frank was nervous. The sign didn't look right. In fact it was so bad that the client had already called me off the job. He told me that he didn’t blame me, but that Frank was a real loser. He made a point of paying me something, and told me not to give Frank anything. It slowly dawned on me that I was being used. It wasn't long before he disappeared leaving me with a few IOU's in the process. He probably left for Florida to do "sign work", the kernel of an idea that would change my life.
-------------------- Steve Vigeant Berkeley Signs Oakland, CA. Posts: 55 | From: Oakland, CA, USA | Registered: Nov 1998
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quote:Originally posted by Steve Vigeant: Somehow John Hodgins found me off this board and asked people to tell there snapper stories for a book he was compiling. I got carried away and wrote 10 pages. It got me on on a roll of writing about my sign experiences to this day. Here is an excerpt from the beginning of my tale. In 1974, I started painting signs for my Dad's realty company. I was 14 years old. He figured that since I could copy comics well, that I must be able to paint signs. Throughout my high school years I painted 4’x4’ lot signs on provided plywood for $12 per sign. I copied out each identical sign in pencil from a small model, without realizing what a ponce pattern was! After a few years, with a dozen of these signs under my belt, I was given the honor of repainting an old "Welcome" sign on Bloomfield Avenue in Caldwell NJ. I was home from college over the summer of 1980 and I was volunteered by my Dad who was a Rotary member. The sign had side wings with lots of lettering, including the imposing words "Birthplace of Grover Cleveland Alexander." I was not really a sign painter at this point, I only knew how to repaint an existing sign if I could still see the letters through the new coat. While I was working on this tough but high profile sign, a man named Frank with greasy hair and a moustache pulled over to me with his old sedan. He assured me that if I could paint signs. “He'd get me so much work that my arm would fall off.” My ship seemed to have arrived. He was impressive. He told me that he once met a woman in a dentist office waiting room that was so taken by him, that he had to plead with her not to jump him right there in the office. When I told him I was worried about the draft, he reassured me that there were several ways around that. He said that it was easy to avoid the service if you acted really crazy. What he did, for example, was let the hammer of a gun down on an officer's finger. And when he was called in about it, he would go on bizarre tangents that proved he should never have been in the service in the first place. He said to the investigating officer, "You know Sarge, most people don't care about little pieces of paper that they see flying around in the wind. But when I see them I feel so bad for those little pieces of paper. They look so lonely, I feel just feel terrible for them." I thought I could never be brave enough to pull that off. He would bring me panels and even One Shot paint, which amazed me because I didn't know that there was paint especially for painting signs. On one occasion I went in with him to deliver one of "our" signs to a local candy store. The client didn't know that “the artist himself” was in the back pretending to look at post cards. First, I overheard the client complaining about the price, a figure that was actually $5 higher than "my dealer" said we were getting. It was obvious the client hated the sign. He said, "for 40 bucks my 8 year old daughter could do a better job than this" And he threw him out. (Ironically, the sign that his daughter did is still on the building after 21 years. It's looks like each letter is in a different font, a sort of orange and green ransom note that says, "LOTTO, Quick Picks." Occasionally Frank would drive me to a location to work. I would find myself in out of the way places in ethnic Jersey that I had never seen before. I felt so grown up seeing the world through the rolled down window of his beat-up car. One day he took me to a butcher shop somewhere along old Routes 1 & 9. On the way there he made a big deal about how important this job was and how great a job I had to do. I nodded, but I still planned on drawing out the lettering with pencil when I we got there as usual, maybe a little neater? I had no idea how to plan a job in advance. I didn’t snap guidelines nor had I ever heard the word “font” at that time. I would get out my pencil and start drawing out block lettering. My goal was to get all of the letters on the sign and centered. For this job I thought some style was called for so I deployed my latest trick, which was rounding off all of the letters at the terminators, in this way I rendered them as a sort of poor man’s Helvetica Round.. I was busily laying out the sign in this way, when I looked down and saw that frank was nervous. The sign didn't look right. In fact it was so bad that the client had already called me off the job. He told me that he didn’t blame me, but that Frank was a real loser. He made a point of paying me something, and told me not to give Frank anything. It slowly dawned on me that I was being used. It wasn't long before he disappeared leaving me with a few IOU's in the process. He probably left for Florida to do "sign work", the kernel of an idea that would change my life.
-------------------- Steve Vigeant Berkeley Signs Oakland, CA. Posts: 55 | From: Oakland, CA, USA | Registered: Nov 1998
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wow, Steve, You must be one heck of a brush slinger by the way you write!!!! as for me...it all started out in the Florida Keys when I lived with my dad in 71. I was a fine artist and interior design major taking a break from college. There, was asked to paint the huge pirate sign (4 4by 8's). I found out quickly I didn't know what in the world I was doing, and then decided one day I "would" learn. There was nothing I didn't not want to know! Later, in south Fla. I hooked up with the old timers on the walls, combining my graphic drawing and painting skills and the rest is history!!!! signed, luving it for 35 years, baybee!
-------------------- Deb Fowler
"It's kind of fun to do the impossible - Walt Disney (1901-1966) Posts: 5373 | From: Loves Park, Illinois | Registered: Aug 1999
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Mark, It all began when I was about 3 years old. I drew my aunt a pretty picture on the wall of her bedroom. The rest is history.
I spent countless hours drawing things, mostly horses. Won the poster contest over the whole grammar school. SOmeone gave me a carving set when I was bout 10. I carved a horse's head on a stump. Art class in Jr. High, other kids made clay pots...I sculpted a clay horse. After kiln firing day, my art teacher informed me that my horse was destroyed by another kid's pot or something, that blew up in the kiln. But he asked if he could keep my horse as he seemed to be quite impressed with it. In high school, plane geometry class, we were to design a stylised picture, using lines and points....mine was...you guessed it...a horse. About this time, my dad got me a horse And I still have some of those horse drawings from way back.
Also in high school, when I drew a scetch of my chemistry teacher, he asked to keep it. I forgot about it until 27 years later, when my teacher came in the shop with the picture he had kept all those years. He wanted me to have it. I thought that was cool.
My future pa in law was opening a restaurant and needed a sign painted. I sketched the letters out by hand onto the plywood and painted in the lines. I had never heard of a pounce pattern, OneShot, or Helvetica....but it looked like Helvetica
Got interested in woodworking in high school shop but never had much tools at home. After I was married, some routed cedar signs were stolen from the resort where my wife worked. Of course, they needed new ones and my lovely wife, LynnDee told them "Wayne can do it". So Wayne did it. I made pencil rubbings of the letters and logos I needed from some of their other signs, took them home and transfered the patterns to my cedar blanks, glued together with recorcinol took a $25 Black and Decker router and routed out them signs. Then LynnDee painted in the ltters....which she still does now....22 years later. Made $1000 off those first two 2x3 signs, ca-ching sounds went off in my head and I set off to pursue my fortune in the sign business!! After that, I bought Patrick Spielman's book "Making Wood Signs" in a Sears and Roebuck store and in that book, learned about a magazine called "SignCraft" which in turn informed me of the existence of a phenominon called "letterheads. After making signs "on the side" for several years, I eventually got up the nerve to quit the factory and go full time. That was 7 1/2 years ago and thanks to you guys here, I have learned more than I could ever imagine. And y'all have gotten me out of jams, and kept me from making major booboos more times than I could count.
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-------------------- Wayne Webb Webb Signworks Chipley, FL 850.638.9329 wayne@webbsignworks.com Posts: 7404 | From: Chipley,Florida,United States | Registered: Oct 1999
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Great story, a lot like mine in many ways. I always loved to draw and still do. Cartoons were always my specialty and lately I have found a lucrative market for that. "You mean you'll PAY me to do this?"
On the Letterhead Profiles section of this site is my profile. It's current up to about 1998 I think. It's a pretty loooooong read tho! I tried to keep it interesting. hahaaa http://www.letterhead.com/profiles/nettie/index.html Soon after that profile, I changed the description of my company from "Sign Studio" to "Creative Studio", and started doing more graphic design type jobs.
Then came my website, and I started dabbling alittle bit into web design.
A couple years ago I added a digital printer in the mix, to keep things interesting. hahaaa
Never a dull moment! ~nettie
-------------------- "When Love and Skill Work Together ... Expect a Masterpiece"
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been doin signs since i was a kid....but did all the "jobs" crap.....woke up one day in 1986 after being fired from a pontiac dealership parts dept...by a 21 yr old kid who told me the rason i got fired is i was INCOMPETANT!!!! imagine that....i looked at the kid and siad i got more yrs WORKIN....then you got livin....and you tell me this now!!!! gee.....was then i figured i was done workin for people who was DUMBER THEN ME....and dug out my brushes, and have never had "A JOB" since!!!!!!
-------------------- joe pribish-A SIGN MINT 2811 longleaf Dr. pensacola, fl 32526 850-637-1519 BEWARE THE TRUTH.....YOU MAY NOT LIKE WHAT YOU FIND Posts: 11582 | From: pensacola, fl. usa | Registered: Nov 1998
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I actually got into the sign businss doing graffiti as a kid. The same stores I "tagged" as a kid ended up paying me to do the side walls of their businesses. and it went on from there.
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Born in and will have to die to get out. Been doing revenue work for 52 years this June. Just recently discovered that both great and great-great grandfathers were wheel-rights also doing pinstriping and lettering on the wagons and carriages they built. Must be in the genes.
-------------------- Kent Smith Smith Sign Studio P.O.Box 2385, Estes Park, CO 80517-2385 kent@smithsignstudio.com Posts: 1025 | From: Estes Park, CO | Registered: Nov 1998
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aguy ask me to paint some golf torni signs.. I did odd jobs whileworking 3 jobs.. I had 4 kids.. So I said I could, when I really did not have a clue..first job was 200 signs that I hand drew and painted with one shot. .. One thing lead to another.. bought a trailers worked out of that a little, then rented a 1200 sq ft hole in the wall for 5 years...learned as I went,, fast forward to now.. Own my own place 5200 sq feet 10 offices and a big wrehouse, 6 employees, gearing up to build nest door another shop. have to work from 9am till most of the time 12 midnight.. do not regret any of it.. I love my job.....I only work one job now...but I think the business now owns me..LOL
-------------------- Chuck Coupland Coupland Signs 426 N. 11th Laporte, Tx. 77571 copesigns@aol.com Posts: 36 | From: LaPorte, Tx. USA | Registered: Feb 1999
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An ad in the local paper for businesses for sale in 1991. I didn't jump into the sign business unkowningly. I had 10 years of printshop experience...everything from customer service to layout and design. It was different but not that different. I just wish when I was in college I had majored in an art curriculum. But as I tell some of my customers when they see me weeding and working on customer logos...hey! why did I need a college degree to do this, I'm utilizing my kindergarten cut and paste skills!
-------------------- Kathy Lowry Lowry's Sign Shop 2004-B W. Pinhook Rd. Lafayette, LA 70508 337-233-4412 signs@lowrysprinting.com
RIP Pvt. Mark Graham, US Army 7/26/1984 - 3/7/2007 Posts: 20 | From: Lafayette, LA | Registered: Feb 2007
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I just sort of fell into this gig. ....of course this is the condensed version.... I was working for a retirement complex as a maintenance supervisor. We had a billboard in town that was worn out. So I brought it in to the shop and started to clean it up. About this time a friend from my past life came up here with her daughter to escape her crazy ex-husband. She had worked at a sign shop before, so I asked her to help me out on this billboard I was working on. She said sure. I watched in total amazement as she lettered the sign with these long brushes. Of course I had to try this out myself. I was hooked. It was all I could think about. About this time, the manager was fired for embezzelment and I had to work for the homeowners association. That didn't last long...they were all retired folks that didn't really have any idea about running a retirement complex. Enough for me...adios. I suggested to my friend Brenda (the sign painter) that perhaps we could open a business doing signs? She agreed and off we went. Jackson's Signs was officially born. Now...remember, I didn't know squat about signs but was more than willing to learn if she would stay and teach me. She agreed..again. We started out in my basement...me out selling and fabricating...she lettering. I started out with 500 business cards and some brochures...and hit the streets. What a learning curve that was. We moved from the basement to a garage. We stayed there for 6 months and soon grew out of that. I found a very cool place right down on the harbor...it was an old carraige house that had been upgraded. It looked right out on the water. It was built in 1896. It had some real history to it....it had it's own resident ghost! The perfect place to really start doing some signs. Well...Brenda stayed for a year. I learned as much as I could from her about lettering. When she left....I was lost. I remember standing at the easel with a brush in my hand....looking at several signs with a lot of copy...thinking to myself... how in the hell am I ever going to be able to do this...when all of a sudden it hit me..."jackson, you know you can do this"! I did it. The paint just flowed off the end of that brush like I had been doing it all my life. What a moment.
I have never looked back. I stayed at the carraige house for 6 years. One of the best things I did was to get involved in my community. It is a fact that what ever you give to your community...your community gives back tenfold to you. My wife Dianne has supported me in this venture...without her I would have given up years ago. It was several years of making just enough to survive...we still had 2 kids in school. We made it thru that time by all of us supporting each other. I remember several years of having just some pocket change...that was it.
Now we have a great place outside of town. A 1200 sq. ft. two story shop and a house on an acre of land with a mountain view that takes your breath away. Dianne came to work with me 11 years ago. We now do custom work that WE want to do and turn the rest away. We don't really work too hard...we play a lot and live a great life. Life is good. I wouldn't change anything. Success is the nature of your journey...not the end result. I have been at this gig for 22 years. I reckon I will die here....then someone else will have a turn.
-------------------- Jackson Smart Jackson's Signs Port Angeles, WA ...."The Straits of Juan De Fuca in my front yard and Olympic National Park in my backyard...
"Living on Earth is expensive...but it does include a free trip around the Sun" Posts: 1000 | From: Port Angeles, Washington | Registered: Jan 1999
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