There really are no words for this one—except that ever since I saw this sign, I’ve found ways to work in the term “ho-made” to as many things as possible. Comedic gold.
As an aside, I didn’t sketch it, but just a few blocks away is a bait shop that sells wine and spirits. Read that last sentence again, and let it sink in. The Tailor and I wanted to buy a bottle of wine for our host that evening, so we asked a local where we might find something. She gave us directions, but apologized for not being able to give more information than that. “I can never remember the name of the place, because I just call it ‘Wine & Worms,” she said.
Oh, yes, this is my kinda town.
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Too funny with the ho-made soups. Given your twisted sense of humor you’d like the neon sign at the Firebird Hotel in Cheyenne, Wyoming. At night the only letters that light up are the “HO” in hotel. I’ll send you the pic.
PS Absolutely love your drawings.
Ha! I’ve seen the Firebird before, but only during the day. “Hilariously Non-Functioning Neon” could be a whole category of its own…
Thanks so much!
Ha! I will be looking at signs a little more closely now. Ho-made. Gotta love that!