Office Depot

This sandblasted sign was for an Office Depot.  It is 2 feet by 4 feet.  I am not sure of the location.  I take the artwork from I D Associates in Dothan, Alabama, transform it into a sign.  I D Associates then takes the finished sign, do their magic to it and then install it.  I think that it turned our rather well.

Rose Marie II

This is a very nice Cape Cod 24' boat.  Ken and Rose Marie Jackson were kind enough to let me letter it for them.  The detail shows a colorful sailfish.  I had fun with this project.

Welcome to Ashford

This is another welcome sign.  The sign is 6 and one half foot high and 13 feet wide.  The panel is 4x8x4" granite.  It is hard to see in the photo, but Ashford is home to a historic train depot.  Ashford is in the southeast corner of Alabama.  The sign sits on highway 84 east of Ashford.  Only one of the two signs has been installed.  Waiting for landowner to donate land on the west side of Ashford.  This is another sign produced by me at C and S Signs.

Welcome to Cowarts

This 4x8'sandblasted sign sitting on brick welcomes visitors and passersby to the town of Cowarts, Alabama,  Located just east of Dothan, Alabama, it is a small sleepy town.  C & S Signs completed this project a couple of years ago.  The sign was just installed because it took 2 years of bureaucratic red tape to put it beside a federal highway.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Ronnie's

This is a 20'x10' metal sign that we recently finished for Ronnie's Men & Boy's Wear in Cowarts, Alabama.  The Levi panel is a changeable panel that we will put another brand on later.

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Just Five More Minutes

     Out of the cold black void of nothing, I suddenly appear.  It is a struggle to keep the piss off my legs.  Standing over the toilet, it is difficult to get a good stream.  It comes out like a golden shower, going everywhere.  My pants legs are soaked.  I am standing ankle deep in human waste, trying to stay balanced on my toes.  At this stage in my life, balance is not what it used to be.  I just give up and stand flat footed.  This has to be the nastiest place in God's creation.  How did I arrive here?  There are no roads in or out.  The coach walks by and says, "Hurry, or lock up when you leave."  Not wanting to be here by myself, I answer,  "I am leaving now."  and painfully cut off the golden shower.
     As I walked out the door, I come upon a large crowd on a hill.  The smell of the toilet was replaced by fresh air and fried fish and baked bread.  Everyone was looking at the man holding up the fish and bread to God, asking for his blessing.  As they passed out the food, we were told to take as much as we could eat and more if we wanted.  When the crowd leaves, I wander aimlessly up the freshly plowed, sandy field.  Every few steps I notice small trees in the sandy soil.  They have short stocky limbs with sharp leaves.  The whole tree is covered with spider webs.  There are theses trees in every direction as far as I can see.  They all have the same characteristics; short stocky limbs, sharp leaves, covered in spider webs with half eaten bugs.
     "Charles" I heard Sheila softly calling my name.  I looked around for her, but could not find her anywhere.  "Yeah baby, where are you?" I ask.  I did not yell for I knew she was close by.
     "Right here by the spider eating the frog's stomach.  As I heard her answer, she slowly appeared in the tree, covered by spider webs.  I reached up, grabbed her hand and helped her down.  We walked slowly uphill, holding hands neither of seemed scared or upset by what had just happened.  There was no effort or fatigue, even though we had been walking uphill for a long time.  We turned to look back at where we had been and we were surprised to learn that it was uphill.  If we turned to the left it was uphill.  If we turned to the right, it was uphill.  If we turned to the front, it was uphill.  We are not discouraged, we have eternity to reach the top.  We can't see the top, but we have faith it is there.  When we stop to rest, we are in a flat level space.  As soon as we start walking again, it is uphill.  The scenery does not change.  It is twi light, but we can see clearly.
     The dark purplish light changes ever so slightly.  It becomes a warm golden glow at the top.  Suddenly it becomes so bright that I open my eyes.  At that moment the alarm goes off.  I am way to tired to go to work, so I hit the snooze button.  I lay there ant ponder what just happened.  I always thought that when you dreamed you were peeing, that you actually were.  I am glad that in this case that it wasn't true.  That would surely piss Sheila off.

Corn Cob War

     Back in the late fifties entertainment was where you found it.  In the hot August days just before school, it did not take much to entertain us.  By that time the red wasps were so wound up that if you went anywhere close to their nest, they would attack.  I think it was the hot sultry days of Dog Days, but it could also be that by that time they were tired of being picked on.  We had a ready supply of corn cobs at our disposal and by that time the crops were not needing attention.  Benny and Kenny Nowell, my brother Benny and I would gather a quantity of cobs to use as weapons.

     Getting stung was unpleasant, but the one with the most stings at the end of the day had bragging rights.  We were careful not to let Granny catch us throwing cobs at the wasps.  She would give us hell and then if were stung, she would cover the sting with her snuff.  I don't know if that helped the sting or the wet spit took our mind off  the pain.  Grandpa liked for us to knock the nests down, for it helped him not to be stung so often.  Any way we had a grand old time fighting the wasps.
     This was my grandfather's barn that he built in 1957.  It still stands today, but is in bad condition.