Maybe I'm used to being in uncongenial surroundings. I spent 22 years in West Virginia, after all.
The annual convention of the Automobile License Plate Collectors' Association is going on, and by fate and circumstance this year it's in Arkansas. With stuff like this and this going down, I almost didn't go this year. Now it's too late to back out. Will I regret it? Maybe. At least I can get mild satisfaction out of subverting the situation by using it to fill the gaps in my marriage equality run.
Also, I had an opportunity to take a trip. Here's a small sampling of the artifacts and holdovers I encountered along the way:
I was astounded to see this 1960s-era Howard Johnson's motel, complete with orange-roofed gatehouse, still in operation as a Howard Johnson's motel. The property must have recently recieved sympathetic TLC, since Bing Maps shows the gatehouse with a blue roof and an ugly surrounding cage.
I spotted several Phillips 66 gullwing buildings, in various states of condition. This one is near Rockford, Illinois.
This pentagonal-windowed circa-1970 Burger Chef building was in Springfield, Illinois. The angled signposts are also a Burger Chef leftover.
I spotted a first-generation Subaru Brat on the road. (Framing a camera image is easier said then done when you're shooting blind.)
To wrap things up for now, here's a spectacularly 1960s-mod CVS store from another Springfield (this time, the one in Missouri). It was built as a Katz City drug store, later Skaggs and Osco.
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