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.