What separates the south from the north? Nope, it ain’t the Mason-Dixon. It’s the road signs.
New Jersey’s exit signs remind us that the road we’re on is not the road we want. Ads for dating websites wilt on the medians. The giant green gecko stares down at our cars, telling us to save on insurance. There’s not much personality there.
But South Carolina? There’s treasures along the roadside. And I’m not talking about boiled peanuts.
Reading the signs along a rural route, I was reminded of how small, specific details in your writing–like a street name or a slogan on a church billboard–can contribute loads to the mood and setting of your story.
Here’s the southern road signs that charmed me.
DAN
THE
MAN’S
Tractor Service
814-DIRT
Christians Like Pianos
Need Frequent Tuning
Minnows Crickets
Worms Sodas
Bee City
Honey Farm
Petting Zoo
Pumpkin Girl Road
Heavy Father Lane
There’s Only One Heaven
and Only One Way
to Get There
Groceries & Hunt’n Stuff
Welding
Organic Produce
Today’s Sons
are Tomorrow’s Fathers
Mars Oldfield Road
Vincent’s Venison
Processing Plant
There are stories buried in these signs.
Do you pet bees at Bee City?
Was Pumpkin Girl related to Heavy Father?
Is the welder married to the organic farmer? Or are they the same person?
Did aliens once land on Mars Oldfield Road?
What stories do your town’s signs tell?
















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July 6, 2009 at 9:58 am
Sherrie Petersen
I love reading signs out loud to my family when we’re on road trips. They always make us laugh. Those were some great ones!
July 6, 2009 at 11:03 am
Ame Dyckman
Great signs! My all-time favorite, spotted in Las Vegas:
A-1 Radiator Repair
The Best Place in Town to Take a Leak!
I’m glad you’re back. I missed you!
July 6, 2009 at 11:59 am
Christy
I live in NC and I love to see the signs along the roads too. It’s cool to see it through your eyes too! :0)
July 7, 2009 at 1:54 pm
Jeanne Balsam
One of my faves in NJ going down 295 is the big green sign that simply says
Grounds for Sculpture – Exit 63
Before I knew what that was, i wondered if sculpture needed a definitive reason for existing somewhere, although maybe it could be a place where you could swap coffee for sculpture?
Jeanne