I love old hotels, motor courts and diners.
Love this stuff....so primitive, yet so imaginative.
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They are wonderful books. Years ago I sent one of them to friends in a European country. They have no idea about our vast land, and how far people traveled from place to place as we were building our infrastructure. Those gas stations with the big red Coca-Cola coolers and mom’n’pop eateries with home cooking were oases for travelers. Roadside billboards led the way. When we were kids, many summers Dad and Mom drove us from Maryland to Myrtle Beach SC or points in Florida via Route 1, before I-95 was built — and Route 1, the major North-South coastal route, was only TWO LANES in many places below Richmond! We counted the miles between the Howard Johnson’s restaurants and the Stuckey’s gift and candy shops, and made many stops at roadside stands to buy fried chicken, bags of pecans, baskets of peaches, or “All You Can Drink” fresh-squeezed orange juice.
Wonderful yesteryear photos at the LA Times link.
Bkmrk.
RIP.