Old pal D.L. Hudson, who you'll remember from the Omaha hunt, sent these over the weekend. And I had to laugh.
They're from inside Murphy's Wagon Wheel, which was our college bar. I'd completely forgotten about the ghost signs inside, because a.) I'd forgotten a lot of things while at Murph's, and b.) Our regular table was on the other side of the wall, in the other half of the building.
It'd be easy to suspect the ghost sign was created inside, after the bar was built, but I don't think so. The bricks were pretty weathered, even back in the early '90s, when we were saving tickets for free pitchers.