The Obvious

 

Part of the allure of ghost sign hunting, for me anyway, is finding things hidden in plain sight; seeing something that is so obvious that one (becomes?) is oblivious to it.

It just dawned on me last night that I've been staring at a couple of ghost signs a couple of nights every week for nearly three years.  (The entrance to the patio at Neon's Unplugged.) 

But, I suppose my excuse for not noticing is simple, and weak: I don't look for a lot of engraved or manufactured signs.  I'm usually more interested in painted ghost signs.