For at least a few years now, a sign reading “No Four Lane” has been pushed into the ground outside of my front yard. Created by my father, the sign protested the expansion of Monticello Road, the road I live on, by the city of Shawnee. When first proposed, a four lane expansion became a topic of discussion only to later be designed as a three lane road with bike lanes. Since then, the project has been delayed due to budget, but still my father’s sign has remained, often, in-turn, connecting me with it.

On more than one occasion, rather most occasions, I have described my house as the one with the “No Four Lane” sign out front. Occasionally, the sign will also come up in conversation, typically spurring an “Oh, really” or “You’re that house?” from various people. I never expected the sign to come up in conversation during my internship though.

Last week, while working on projects for the city, councilmember Michael (Mickey) Sandifer, strolled into the room I was working on, and small talk ensued. Sandifer asked me the general area I lived at, inquiring to see if he represented my district. I began with describing my house’s general location but as the questions became more specific, I knew what was coming.

“And what’s your last name?” Sandifer asked.

As soon as I said Darby, I knew I had been discovered. My father had been an active participant in discussions about the project a couple years ago. With his active participation and sign, I knew he had become infamous in the city. Sandifer instantly made the connection and told me how nice my father was, easing my worries quickly.

I proceeded to tell Sandifer that last weekend my father actually took down the sign. My dad jokingly told me that now that I sort of worked for the city the sign was not appropriate.

I lightly mentioned the new sign that had replaced the old one.

A sign that reads “Give Peace a Chance,” now decorates our front lawn.

We may not be the “No Four Lane” house any more, but I’m sure I will still be recognized for the even more colorful saying that is now displayed for all to see. I may now be associated with strange signs at City Hall, but at least I’m memorable.