Brightly painted missiles, Grandma's wringer washer to mark the handicapped parking spot ... and look at that old Airstream trailer! They sing a Siren's song to cars whizzing by on the highway up the coast.
I remember putting a nickel in the slot and riding in a little car like this in front of the grocery store.
I think the airplane might have come from a carnival ride.
Pull out your own RC Cola, or Grape or Orange Nehi from an old Coca Cola cooler, the kind that use to be inside every gas station. You put your dime in a slot and a mechanism released one bottle, which you slid along a track to remove it. Opener on the side and the top fell into an old oil box on the cement floor. My first soda was a Grape Nehi and I remember well that glorious ice cold taste and how the bubbles went up your nose.
I haven't seen these for years (and good riddance!), an old cigarette machine.
The Writer had a little pedal car
similar to this.
Since we were in Charleston, we decided to join a protest march taking place at noon outside our senator's office there. He is one of those who declined to show up for a Town Hall meeting for constituents last week. He represents businesses, not the voters, so I guess he didn't need our input.
Anyway, about 100 nice people showed up, the police kept an eye on us so our feet didn't slip off the public sidewalk onto the grass, and there were some very creative signs.
I never thought I would be a protestor at my age!
The sign on the left kind of sums up my feelings
and we did get honks, waves,
and people yelling thanks
so I think it is a good thing to do.