In Reply to: Re: Yellow goes a long way, too posted by Rick Sacks on July 19, 19102 at 07:14:54:

While working in Phoenix in 1987 I was sent to do price changes on a liquor store bulletin next to the Black Canyon Freeway, near Camelback Road. The Freeway is in a "cut" there, fifteen feet below the surface streets, so the sign was at almost ground level for us, next to a low barricade and the straight drop to the freeway surface. My helper that day was "Foolish Frank", an older signpainter with a stunning talent for disaster, who we hired on occasion when it was too busy. Anyway, on this job we had a plank across saw horses, about three feet high, to reach the top of the bulletin board. Frank was on the side near the hiway. I had just finished and was cleaning brushes, with a full open quart of Chromatic 152 blue bulletin on my end of the plank. A couple of fire trucks went by on the freeway, and Frank just had to go look, and took two steps to his right on the plank...and past the sawhorse beneath him. He went down, the plank turned into a catapult, and I turned in time to watch that quart of blue sail in a perfect arc, windmilling paint like a blue pinwheel, until it landed on the far side of the freeway. How it didn't go through a windshield is a miracle. Frank fell three feet and rolled, managing to miss being hit by the now-falling plank. I started grabbing the rest of our stuff and getting it onto the truck - I wanted to be out of there before the first car with blue all over it could get off the freeway and come looking. Frank was a little dazed - moreso than usual - but I got him into the truck and tore outta there before the crap hit the propellor, so to speak.
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