Showing posts with label signage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label signage. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

FROM BEHINDS? Where was my grade school English teacher when the dog park called?

I couldn't resist this sign. They always fascinate me but this particular sign was so professionally printed. Can you just imagine the reaction of the person at the neighborhood sign shop when the customer insisted on this exact wording. It may or may not be proper English, but it clearly gets its point across. Being a dog owner, and knowing that dogs respect "territory" and feel the urge to frequently mark theirs and that of every other dog that has crossed their path, does this "All Dogs Welcome" park provide separate facilities for the animals...off the property? Do they play awhile and then have to raise a paw to be excused? Off to the doggy outhouse or a designated fire hydrant? Nothing? Now, that's harsh.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

To Here. To There. To Align. Sign.


Don't ask me for any more about it. This sign is on the side of a sturdy brick warehouse-looking building in our artsy Channel District. I just know it's very cool and means something, to someone, but I'm not sure what. It's worth investigating. Some day. In the meantime, use your imagination and invent your own story. Make it good.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Boxing for the derriere: Who knew it'd come to this?


I found this sign firmly nailed to a telephone pole in the South Howard - SoHo - section of South Tampa. It's intriguing to say the least. I didn't call for more information and there is nothing at all online with more information or details to go with. It'll remain a mystery, a titillating sign of someone's desire to really get that part of their body in great shape. The classes are probably filled with young, female, power-professionals who want to look their best. (After a few weeks of boxing just don't mess with them. Right?) I couldn't resist sharing it with you.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Get your horse harness and wagon here.





Thomas N. Henderson moved to Tampa in 1891 and along with other businesses, he opened and operated the Tampa Harness and Wagon Company. He purchased and was president of the Tampa Coca-Cola Bottling Works. Henderson also served as Tampa’s Chief of Police, on the Board of Public Works and as a member of the City Council. When D.B. McKay resigned on October 27, 1931, Henderson became mayor to complete the seven days remaining in D.B. McKay’s term. He later served as Hillsborough County Commissioner from 1935 until his death on October 13, 1944. The building that housed the Tampa Harness & Wagon Company, at 1007-1009 Franklin Street, stands today, as does Henderson’s original sign fading yet visible facing north up on the top corner of the brick facade. A high-end nightclub is being planned for the space.