It's on Bee Ridge Road in Sarasota, Florida.
Why does it warm my heart? Let me tell you. It's about a woman whose first name was Barbara.
Barbara was a member of St. Stephen's Parish in Pittsfield, MA where I served as Rector 1984-200
Her memory is a treasure. She was a mother by birth, adoption and fostering to scores of children, many of who would have otherwise never known fierce love.
She was a tireless worker for civil rights in the face of racism.
She was feisty. She was funny. She was fearless.
Barbara had a will of steel and a heart of gold.
She knew how to tell me (in no uncertain terms!) when I stepped out of line (every Rector/Vicar/Pastor needs a parishioner who has the spiritual gift of ass-kicking!).
She inspired me. Her memory is a blessing.
And that business sign?
Barbara's "married name" was Barbara Hanger.
Her "birth name" was Barbara Frye.
What a splendid coincidence. I smile and bless God every time I see it.