The golden age of signpainting. I'll be eternally grateful I got in on the tail end of this kind of work. It's gone now for the most part. Reminds me of a beautiful dream I had awhile back. I lived in a town comprised of circular streets where I was the only signpainter. I did every storefront in the town in a similar manner. It was paradise. I awoke doing an easel full of show cards. I'd like to have that dream again.