A number of years ago my daughter's boyfriend (who had a great sense of humor) decided to immortalize Amy's male relatives. At the time my dad was a widower, my son Stefen was young and unmarried, and I was without a girlfriend. Marty lettered a wooden sign and hung it in a tree over Howard Street. It became an instant focus of attention and amusement.
After some months I decided that the sign might be seen as a perfect complement to a dorm room somewhere, and I removed it. It has been in storage for years. Just a few days ago I hung it up on my front porch. Maybe we'll keep it there!
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is "Remembering Growing up on Ocracoke" by Lawton Howard. You can read it here.