Today I kept mixing up the sacred and secular as I encountered each in signage.

First, on Church St. I caught out of the corner of my eye a van that I thought said Healing Hands, but what it said was Hauling Hands, El Amigo Hauling Hands.

And then later, walking down Gough St., just above my direct vision, for Mt. Trinity, I read, Mr. Trinity.  Mr. Trinity Baptist Church.  Which I think is a fine name for a church.