Uncle Bubba drove to town. He turned from the hard road out on to the 4 lane and wound up his ol’ pickup, stabbed ‘er into 4th and motored on. “My Lord!” he thought, “When times are good our senseless leaders do spend some money.” as he noticed the plethora of signage littering the roadsides. Good God almighty, have we become so dumb that we need large yellow diamond shaped signs telling us that the speed limit is going to change, just prior to the slower speed limit signs? Some of those suckers are so big they take two posts to hold them up. As he slowed from 55 mph to 45 mph to the town speed limit of 35 mph he passed 4 signs within a couple hundred yards to let him know what 2 signs did before. Yessir, now we need a sign between two signs to tell us that the next sign is going to be differ’nt.
Well, in Bubbie’s view, during the housing bubble the tax revenue flowed like an overflowing river after a spring thaw. Our commissioners and such had an abundance of money and a scarcity of vision. They spent it all. On signs.
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