Jefferson Island Salt

In 1957 I visited my cousins in Pinckard, Alabama.  It was a typical small southern town with nothing much to do , but walk around and try to stay in the shade.  As I rounded the front of the store, I saw a sight that was completely alien to me.  There was a man painting a sign on the side of the building.  I did not know that anything could be done like that.  I thought all work had to be done in the fields.  These men traveled the countryside and painted advertisements wherever they could.  They were called walldogs.  I knew that I wanted to do something like that for a living and lo and behold that is what I did.  I was lucky enough that I lived near a large enough town that I made a pretty good living at it.