Friday, April 17, 2015

Seen While (Possibly) Trespassing

This WWII landmark had several unwelcoming signs at the (wide-open) driveway/front gate area, but their website seems to invite casual visitors, Nobody came out of a Quonset hut or anything to run us off so we went ahead and poked around long enough to document the faux Burma Shave signage.
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3 comments:

12 O'Clock Parm said...

Maybe they figure there's just no fun in it unless you feel like you're breaking the rules?

April 17, 2015 at 10:58 PM
W. "-Moon fan" Biscuit said...

It was a weird place. I saw a couple of new cars parked in front of one of the hangars, but no other sign of life except for a small pack of listless dogs--they were too lazy and hot to either greet me or chase me.

ps: I came across the following passage in the book that I'm reading (Roads to Quoz) and I thought it might be of interest to the TSG audience. (warning: Least Heat- tends to go on a bit, but you'll get the idea)

The size of America challenges the plans of travelers as much as their comprehension, and for scribes of the road it's useful to answer to an organizing principle before setting out in search of edification, although simply going forth blindly often is in itself an organizing principle, a common one that often translates into a wide-ranging circulation or occasionally into only a small rotation through a region...I want something looser, more serendipitous, more open to vagaries, more embracing the vagrant because that's the way life works.

An ideal approach might be to go aloft in a balloon, a craft dependent on capricious winds for direction, and at some unappointed moment be pitched out of the basket to parachute into whatever territory lay below and, unbuckling, say, "Well, look where the hell I've landed this time." Could we as newborns speak, many of us just might utter that very sentence with our first breath.

April 21, 2015 at 7:12 PM
Then Came Parm said...

That's a well-written expression of something that is fairly hard to encircle with meaningful prose.

Cutting to a more prosaic example, kinda like Then Came Bronson, though without the wool hat.

April 22, 2015 at 8:05 AM

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