I looked up at the freshly painted Lawson Customs signs resting across two sawhorses.
The faded lettering was gone and the deep blue background had been restored, the white lettering looking crisp again and the small gold pinstripe around the edge matched the original perfectly. And for a moment I couldn’t speak.
“It…It looks exactly like it used to.” I said and Derek wiped paint from his hands.
“We found an old photo in your office.” Derek said and my eyes widened.
“The one with Uncle Will standing out front?” I asked and nodded.
“We figured he’d probably want it looking the same.” Derek said.
I ran my fingertips gently across the edge of the sign and it felt brand new.
For just a second I could almost imagine Uncle Will stepping out of the workshop wiping his hands on a rag a
