The sign was gone. Again. This time it was piled up in the back of their lot. The owner wasn't there, and the people in the stand knew nothing about it, so I picked it up and put it back in the Astro and headed home, where I left it with Lisa, who, while I was gone to Sparks, posted it in one of the few spots where I think nobody is going to take it down.
This is our house. As far as we know, the fence around our house belongs to us. It is not on a state-owned right of way. So while it's not getting a lot of traffic, at least the overflow parking from the restaurant down the street will see it, and to the best of my knowledge, this is legal.
What I want to know is why most of the big up-ticket candidates' signs don't get treated like this.
It was equally frustrating getting to Sparks due to an accident on I-80, but I managed to get there before they closed. And even better, after rotating the tires and inspecting the brakes, they told me that there is plenty of brake shoe on them, and that the squeaking might be due to moisture from the recent rains. That, at least, was a relief.