Yes, I worked for Bill Hardin for a short time. That's where I joined the union. It was my first decent wage. $15.46 was the scale at the time ('77) for sign painters. The only true union shop I ever worked at—four trades represented: electrical, sheet metal, painters (IBPAT), and laborers. A guy named Paul Berkshire got me hired. Paul was one of the best sign painters I ever knew. A master at shocards and a natural at layout (long before Mike Stevens wrote his book). I called him Mr. Layout. His gold leaf was beautiful. Road trips were a blast with him, he was so funny. Once, on a road trip to Jacksonville, I left the brakes engaged on one of the big Elliots. We went for a while noticing the burning smell, but not until someone yelled from the sidewalk that there was smoke coming from the back did we realize our wheels were burning. Paul never let me forget that but he never told Bill. I don't expect Paul or Bill is still alive.
I also knew Bob Smith before he died (Smith Signs). He was amazing at hand lettering. And I knew the old guys that owned Apex Signs. They started their careers at the tail end of the era when sign painters were still making their own paint, I guess before One Shot was invented. I learned surface gilding and smalt work from them. • I worked with Bruce Overturf (Custom Signs) before he died. He helped me a lot with pricing. He really knew how to make money. He gave me a lucrative job once during a strike, hand lettering the numbers on the room doors of a new hotel (yes, hand painted). He did not want to cross the picket line himself. It was a little scary, but once I got inside the building the strikers didn't bother me. I went in mostly after hours and did the work at night. I just left my kit there till the job was over, so nobody saw me carrying tools in and out of the building. I wasn't in the union yet. • I also knew Jack Dixon and his son (Dixon Signs). And 'Crazyjack' Wills was in Peoria when I was there. I saw Jack pinstripe many cars, and once I watched him put a series of little dots coming out of the tail of the firebird emblem on the passenger side of a Firebird. The customer praised the job and never said a word about the little turds. It seemed like he looked right at them, too. Jack would have wiped them off, of course, but the owner never said a word. • I helped build scores of (advertising) bus benches for Tazewell Sign & Display in Pekin, till one day the IRS came and padlocked the door. The owner, Gary, was a "little" behind on taxes. I lost a box of tools that I had there when they liquidated everything in the building.
Once I was lettering a sign across the parking lot from the city offices downtown. A guy came out and watched me for a while. He finally said, "Nice work. But you didn't pull a permit, did you?" I said, "I need a permit?" He smiled and said, "After you're loaded, come inside and get your permit."
I married a girl from Bartonville and lived in Chillicothe for about seven years. I used to do work for Dynamic Graphics in Pioneer Park. They were a clipart service, something like Shutterstock, but before computers. They sold binders full of black-and-white artwork ready for paste-up. Once, when I did a bunch of shocards for them, the owner complained that out of 60 artists working for him, none could hand letter a shocard. • I did my one and only high job while I was in that part of Illinois, too—the water tower at the BF Goodrich chemical plant in Henry. We worked off the catwalk. It was the most money I ever made in a day. The only real problem was the gallon can my helper and I were using as a urinal. We weren't thinking ahead about what we were going to do with it at the end of the day. The water tower was in the middle of their busy parking lot, so I couldn't just dump it. And I wasn't going to make the climb back up a second time. So we left the can up there, full, on the catwalk, duck-taped to the side of the tower so it wouldn't blow off.
After a few years, I left the Peoria area for a 20-year adventure in Arkansas, where my son was born at a hospital that served turnip greens on the menu. Now I'm in Kansas City, one of the barbecue capitals of the world, but Memphis barbecue is better (oops, did I say that?).
Yes, I worked at Hardin signs.
Brad in Kansas City