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Pasadena Texas Small Town Restaurant with Old Vintage Sign Gilleys honky tonk bar Sign About 20 year later 2008
KFC, Kentucky Fried Chicken, Cromwell, CT 8/2014, by Mike Mozart of TheToyChannel and JeepersMedia on YouTube.
Great place on Main Street in Beautiful Mesa Arizona....
Hot Mineral Baths for everyone !!
Shot with Polaroid Super Shooter & 669 film
This truck was operated by ME! Loved this truck... wish I owned it... but it's Republic's truck and I had to give it up when I left to finish my master's degree (MBA).
If you want to use this image, ask permission PRIOR to use. Don't be a thief - under most circumstances, I'm quite reasonable.
Copyright 2012 - Alan B.
One of the last 90's era Taco Bell locations along US-1 in Old Greenwich, Connecticut sitting snugly in this tree-filled lot on the outskirts of the posh city.
This location was remodeled in 2013.
a poem by Phil Kaye
Every great story has a beginning middle and end. Not necessarily in that order. We are all great stories.
Chapter 389, the boy ,still hair long and fingers too short. is 98 years old. Sits at the restaurant alone.
The stranger next to him is eating something that looks vaguely delicious.
The boy takes his fork, sticks it in his meal and takes a bite.
He says “I’m 98 years old, go ahead say something… asshole.”
Chapter 14, the boy is eight years old, he and his best friend come up with a great idea for a prank.
They are sure they will not get caught.
The next morning, every house on his street except his own has toilet paper on their front lawn.
They get caught.
Chapter 146, the boy and the girl live happily ever after
Chapter 231, the boy and the girl vow to never speak to each again
Every great story has a beginning middle and end. Not necessarily in that order.
We are all great stories, but not all written as chapter books.
I know, there are moments not meant to be bound.
That we scribble too much in the margins to read our own page numbers.
Like the nights you thought we were invincible.
Ran out into the lightening storm with a million keys
Tied to a million kites with a clench in your jaw that said “take me with you god damn it. I dare you”
In the weeks, when you finally reached out to feel your father’s cheeks and just found paper cuts.
I know the nights we shatter hourglasses to fall asleep.
In the afternoons, we take photographs of our own shadows just to prove that we left a mark.
I know the wetness of your lips.
Know that you are a leaf off the tree of your parents’ first kiss.
As you hold your shrubs to the sky you can see their veins there.
Know that in later chapters you will complain about how things were better back in your day
- give yourself lots to complain about.
Know; that your legs were made to run, your bones were made to heal, so let yourself
fall so deeply into somebody else you do not know which way is up
- knowing, that one day you may fall out, know exactly which way is down, call your mother, crying
like the first day you were born.
“Baby,” she will call you.
“Baby, it is okay. Every great story has a beginning, middle, and ending. Not necessarily in that order.”
Chapter 189, the boy too old now to celebrate his birthdays and too young to treasure them uses his fist to punch his own reflection to see if it’s real.
Breaks his hand into back into the opposite of a fist.
A conch shell city.
He holds it into his ear and can hears the ocean of his own bloodline.
"Stand up boy and not just with your legs"
You, be your own story. 600 words per minute.
You, glasses by age seven
You, never stop to read the back cover even if you know what happens in the end.
Chapter 431, once upon a time there was a boy, he’s not here any more.
But the branches that he left all holds the leaves to the sky
You can see the outlines of his shadow on the side walk
Chapter one, once upon a time there was a woman and a man.
The first night they kissed, a seedling blossomed on the back of her neck.
Roubei essa montagem do flickr da Kaie para contar a vocês a dolorida decisão que tomei:
Como a maioria das pessoas sabem, vou casar em 11 de outubro, e casamento demanda muito tempo e DINHEIRO, esse primeiro eu até consigo arrumar, mas o segundo tá difíííícil!!!
Como tô terminando meu curso de Psicologia em junho, ainda não tô trabalhando e continuo a depender do meu paizinho, que sempre me deu tudo o que precisei e agora mais do que nunca, tá gastando tudo o que pode e o que não pode comigo.
10 mil de buffet, 5 mil de decoração, 3 mil de vestidos (meu e da daminha), outros inúmeros itens que faltam do casamento, o apartamento, que ele de muito bom grado deu pra que começassemos nossa vidinha linda, meu consultório, que custou os olhos da cara (mas que ele ficou muito feliz em me dar)... muito gasto pra um pai só...enfim, pensando em tudo isso, decidi parar com a loucura das makes, vou dar um tempo nas comprinhas e colocar esse dinheiro no enxoval que falta completar.
Mas não vou abandonar a comunidade nem o flickr, sei que vou ficar com a mão coçando e com o coração doendo de ver tanta coisa linda, mas vou me segurar e esperar até ter o MEU DINHEIRO e comprar tudo o que quizer (ou puder).
Quero a ajuda de vocês nessa missão, não me deixem compraaaar!
Ah, tem uma excessão...só vou comprar um studio tech e um select moisturecover com a Sylvia, isso eu realmente to precisando.
Beijos, meninas
Espero a força de vocês.
i guess since we live near odin avenue that it only makes sense that there's a malamute avenue nearby. however, i suspect though that the odds of us finding another snowdeal lane outside of maine are slim to none.
and slim is out of town.
En 1993, l'artiste Ben (Benjamin Vautier) (né en 1935) a créé cette œuvre d'art urbain à la Place Fréhel à Belleville. Elle montre deux ouvriers (en fait des marionnettes grandeur nature) l'abaissement d'un immense tableau noir avec les mots "Il Faut se méfier des mots" = danger des mots. (Nemorino)
Delgadillo's Snow Cap, 301 Arizona 66, Seligman, Arizona. Delgadillo's Snow Cap Drive-In is a historic eatery and roadside attraction located along former Route 66. The drive-in was built in 1953 by local resident Juan Delgadillo (May 17, 1916 - June 2, 2004). Delgadillo was working on an extremely limited budget, so he built the restaurant mostly from scrap lumber obtained from the nearby Santa Fe Railroad yard. To bring attention to the restaurant, Delgadillo sliced the roof off of a 1936 Chevrolet hardtop, adorned the automobile with paint, horns and various automotive emblems and even an artificial Christmas tree in the rear of the car.
Delgadillo's flair for showmanship extended to his menu, which still features such choices as a "cheeseburger with cheese" and "dead chicken." His sense of humor is evident in "Juan's Garden" at the rear of the property with its collection of old automobiles and kitsch in general; the humorous approach extends to the building itself. Hand-painted signs in the parking area warn drivers that they are parking at their own risk. A neon sign in the window informs patrons, "Sorry, we're open." The door which leads to the counter has two knobs, one on the right and one on the left. The knob on the right is a dummy; the one on the left actually opens the door. Delgadillo would continue his humorous approach by bantering with his patrons over their choices of food, asking, for example, if they wanted cheese on their cheeseburgers.
Since Delgadillo's death in 2004, the Snow Cap has been run by his daughter Cecilia and son John, all whom work the counter in the same playful manner. The walls around the counter area itself are covered with business cards from all over the world.