Signs have become so standardized that I suspect our eyes glide right over 99% of them. Even older signage usually obeyed certain conventions. So when you walk past something really out of the ordinary it can almost be jarring. Consider:
This is unusual on many levels.
1. How many fathers build a gas station for their son?
2. Michelo must have been proficient in both brick and stonework. Was he a bricklayer? A mason? Did he make tombstones? The contrast in style between the yellow brick and the polished granite is interesting.
3. Most people who want to put their mark on a nice bit of work will place it up high, over the door perhaps. Somewhere where it will be noticed. Here it is placed in a nice little niche but it is also right next to the trash cans, and as to the attentions of wandering neighborhood dogs....
The days of this being a service station are long gone, but some good citizen is still keeping it up nicely. Note that not only is there a push broom leaning against the building, but that said broom matches the trim!
As to the family history of the Antenucci tribe I have been able to find only scraps, and they do not seem to tell a happy tale. Michelo died one year after he built his gas station, and Benny J. only lived to 1951.
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