There was an old salt quite a few years ago that would roll into town, make some signs for businesses, and then roll back out of town...only to appear in another few years. I say "roll" literally as he lived in a caboose and had the railroads pull him around, dropping into towns such as ours. When he felt he had gotten all the sign business he could in the surrounding area, he would knuckle up and move on.
Now this is a good story unto itself, but I wonder if there is also a sign lesson to be learned here. And that is do you live in an area that can support alot of sign making, or will the business soon be "signed out"?
My father did it for awhile and got very good at it, but like the guy who lived in the caboose, the business soon was saturated and he was out of luck. Something to think about.
I have no intention of traveling from birth to the grave in a manicured and well preserved body; but rather I will skid in sideways, totally beat up, completely worn out, utterly exhausted and jump off my tractor and loudly yell, "Wow, this is what it took to feed a nation!"