Later in the day I drove up to Apple Vally to check out the Route 66 Museum. It is a nice little museum, filled to the brim with stuff, glorious stuff! Also, the staff seems to be solely pensioners with nothing better to do, so be ready to talk and talk and talk - not that I mind; Americans are, as I have noted ad nauseam on this blog, usually very nice people.
Peace and love, baby!
The shitter. Ah knows how to finds 'em!
This was at the bottom of it. Hehe.
I love how they think of children as "tax deductions".
The iconic Burma Shave. Some of the road commercials this company made can only be described as fine art.
They had this map where people could stick in pins to show where they were from and they had lots of different currency up there too.
Steinbeck knew what he was writing about.
Jukebox from the 1950s, still working. Apparently they had found it in a chicken coop, with hens roosting in it.
An old gas pumping apparatus.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
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