Some nights coming up with a story idea is like pulling teeth. This is one of those nights.
By the time I dropped Friend Shari off at her mother’s house, it was close to 10 p.m. I didn’t have the energy to unpack anything except my laptop computer and a pair of clean underwear.
Here’s the best I can do tonight.
We were in Manianna, FL, up in the Panhandle when I needed to do a U-turn to go to a place with some killer peanut brittle. When my headlight hit this sign, I asked Ms. Shari, “Is that the most clever marketing tool ever or the most disgusting thing you’ve ever seen?”
I’ll let you vote while I go to bed. The alarm is OFF. Do not call me before noon. On Wednesday.
The best advertising is always direct…and this hits it on the head!
Now I have to google Manianna Florida, where the heck is that?
In Florida’s panhandle, Terry. It is known for its caves. It’s part of LA: what we call Lower Alabama – that part of Florida is more Dixie than South Florida, aka South New York…
I think that was meant to be Marianna, Florida. I enjoyed the Lower Alabama story. The late Collin Steele of Andalusia Alabama suckered me the first time I met him by telling me he was from LA. I said Los Angeles? He replied no, Lower Alabama. He just hee-hawed! I don’t think I was the first to bite on that one.
The pediatric braces specialist we took our kids to had the business name of “Tin Grin Alley”
I liked the dentist sign on the north side of Broadway St. in Cape Girardeau, MO. (east of the McDonald’s before Capaha Park) that had a big broom below it that looked like a giant tooth brush. Don’t know if it is still there.