It's interesting, what you remember when traveling ... how sometimes the "big" things get forgotten in favor of a series of minor little moments, the details that end up sticking with you and becoming surprisingly evocative many years later.
Like this little sign, which I saw at an abandoned gas station in Ryegate a while back. Duplicates of this notice used to be part of every traveler's rest-stop ritual a few decades ago, but we hardly see them anymore. Finding this one brought back memories of hundreds of family trips from my childhood.
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What were we being protected from, anyway?
ReplyDeleteThe boogeyman?
Tragically, we'll never know ... because the door was always locked! :)
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