Riding up the highway I remarked that it’s a shame Burma Shave has been replaced by yard sale signs.

The silence told me my passengers had not a clue.

They grew up in the era of the high-speed snake known as the interstate highway system.

So they missed the shave messages, See Rock City, etc. that occupied our family on miles and miles of two-lane highway.

Too bad.

Mom would cook.

Dad would snore.

Now these signs.

Are no more.

Burma Shave.