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.”