WORLD'S LARGEST CHEVY KEY
Here’s my story about Casey, Illinois:
Whilst zooming along Interstate 70 @ about 80 MPH, pushing hard to get to Terre Haute where my room awaited me, I passed the turnoff for the town of Casey. That in and of itself would not be of note, however out of the corner of my eye, I spy (go ahead, say it three times fast) a billboard that had a number of squares on it, each saying something about the world’s largest something or other. The only one I actually absorbed among the claims, was “world’s largest wind chime.” I started to dwell on the wonder of such a thing, but being interstate one can’t just flip a U turn. Knowing that this was most likely going to be some cheesy attempt to draw people in off the Interstate, I still felt the need to see this wind chime of alleged humongous proportions. So, some four or five miles later I was able to make an exit, and then reverse course. Much to my surprise, the town was extraordinarily neat, clean and full of wonder. Besides showing a whimsical imagination, they exercised their fun concepts with extreme craftsmanship and real pride. The streets were neat and clean, with great landscaping. I did not photograph the entire collection, but did many of them, as well as a beautiful old house and a rusty crusty sign, and the previously posted Casey Bank wall sign.
WORLD'S LARGEST CHEVY KEY
Here’s my story about Casey, Illinois:
Whilst zooming along Interstate 70 @ about 80 MPH, pushing hard to get to Terre Haute where my room awaited me, I passed the turnoff for the town of Casey. That in and of itself would not be of note, however out of the corner of my eye, I spy (go ahead, say it three times fast) a billboard that had a number of squares on it, each saying something about the world’s largest something or other. The only one I actually absorbed among the claims, was “world’s largest wind chime.” I started to dwell on the wonder of such a thing, but being interstate one can’t just flip a U turn. Knowing that this was most likely going to be some cheesy attempt to draw people in off the Interstate, I still felt the need to see this wind chime of alleged humongous proportions. So, some four or five miles later I was able to make an exit, and then reverse course. Much to my surprise, the town was extraordinarily neat, clean and full of wonder. Besides showing a whimsical imagination, they exercised their fun concepts with extreme craftsmanship and real pride. The streets were neat and clean, with great landscaping. I did not photograph the entire collection, but did many of them, as well as a beautiful old house and a rusty crusty sign, and the previously posted Casey Bank wall sign.