I pass this sign every day on my way to and from work.
I’ve wondered about Love Lane before; I’ve explored the romantic road in the Jeep, but as far as I could tell there was nothing particularly passionate about it. It’s just a name.
It reminds me of something an old Texas farmer once told me:
“You can call yourself a biscuit and crawl into the oven and that does not make you a biscuit.”