There are wooden signs stained & stickers placed upon the wood.
Then there is a love of a craft & what they do. Up in Stowe, Vermont, is a small old victorian house that makes signs with love of design, of history.
I couldn’t afford one, but they are worth the expense to new business owner, because they look like they are dedicated in doing what they love.

This sign is my fathers, It has hung in three or four different locations in Montpelier & he had carried it with him to Alabama. He said he didn’t know what to do with it now, because he works part-time for another. Just to keep his toes in.
My father is one of those doctors that look at you like a person in need of his help. Most doctors, these days, look at you as their next car payment. Because I was raised by a man who gave his all to his patients. I interview my doctors outright. Doctors are just people & if you don’t like them, try another. I ask them do you see me as a person or as money. If I believe they are ordering unnecessary tests or scheduling unnecessary appointments. I tell them what I think they are doing & if they stop I will stay with them. I paid a portion of their car or their vacation, but if that is all I am with no improvement to my health. Not only are they rotten doctors, they are rotten people.
Compassion, I will pay you for some of that, I will return, if you listen to me & not have scheduled the money, I mean patients, in the waiting room 5 minutes per patient, i will remain. Gosh, doctors are a dime a dozen these days.

I have a pain doctor who told me the truth about what has happened to me, that he might help or he might make me worse. I told him outright your hired. He laughed. Doctors work for me. I will listen & do as you say, as long as I know everything you call for is indeed needed & necessary. My pain doc’s bottom line is to keep his practice lucrative, but he knows that the only proper way to do that, is to help heal his patients.
I am better then I’ve been in 6 years. I don’t mind paying his car payments, if he is healing me. My father healed people whether they had money or not. He has been paid in art, food, & mostly love. Small town doc who cares about his patients becomes a celebrity. Everywhere he went, on the coldest days of winter, he was always given the warmest hellos, spoken from their hearts of the people he helped see.
This sign sits on his unfinished bathroom. To me it is a treasure, just like the name of the man the sign bares.