The friendly sign found a friend

As you may remember, I put up my "Welcome your neighbors" sign at Thanksgiving.

It's been very hardy until now, but on Monday, we had record-breaking winds here in the Springs. There were sustained 50-60 mile-per-hour winds with gusts over 100 mph. Power outages were rampant, fallen trees and debris littered the streets, and the whole day felt vaguely apocalyptic. Our next-door neighbor's property currently looks like this:

Needless to say, my sign blew away. I wasn't too concerned, as I still have about fifty of them in my basement waiting to be distributed. (If you're in the COS area and want a sign, hit me up!) So I planned to replace it as soon as I was sure the apocalyptic winds had died down.

But the next afternoon, I looked out the front window, and lo, there was my sign. It was lying on the ground just inside our fence, with the only plausible explanation being that someone found it, knew it belonged to my house, and returned it.

As it turns out, the sign had not blown completely out of the ground, but broken: the metal post had severed neatly in half, with the bottom half remaining in the ground and the top half soaring to kingdom come. So I stuck it back in the ground, shorter this time, but equally heartwarming.

To my neighbor who found my sign, knew where it lived, and cared enough to return it home: thank you. You were the antithesis to the people who have stolen these signs in attempts to stifle the message, and I am so grateful to know you exist.