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Dino

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3-D symbolism is pretty rare any more. McD has its golden arches. But the Sinclair dino? I saw another 2-D flat sign for Sinclair in the city. No appeal. It’s like jingles. No one advertises with jingles any more. Remember, “Brylcreem, a little dab’ll do you…” They still sell it. Wow!

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So, we looked up oil derricks in Kansas. You see them occasionally and seemingly randomly placed singularly in a field. They pump slowly. There is nothing else visible – no pipes, no storage tank, no attendant workers. I have seen them in California too. I do not think of Kansas as an oil producing state. Indeed, the market has collapsed in recent years. The old derricks keep pumping. We passed with barely a glance.

Technology

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I was struck by the juxtaposition of tech. A solar panel was powering an oil derrick against a background of wind turbines. Progress. The future. Symbolic. Symbolism. Irony. Mankind moving toward the future. What will our life be like when petroleum has gone? We have an elaborate road system. What will travel on it?

Passing by

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We only got a glimpse this time. You can’t do everything. Some things are once. We stopped before. We nodded and remembered the first time around. This time around we passed up on the Eisenhower library and the cathedral on the plains in Victoria. We tried to see different things. I can’t believe that I have been to Kansas as many times as I have. Shhhhh, let’s keep this fact quiet.

Ben Casey

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Did you know he was a neurosurgeon? Not me. His show was black and white TV from the ‘50’s. It was still showing on cable in the wee hours in the 80’s. Huh? Well, Jules would be up. She was an infant. I got out of getting up with her. I followed certain rules: Sleep on the side of the bed farthest from the door. If you hear the baby cry, don’t move (in the bed). And finally, “Honey, I’m operating in the morning.” Lisa would watch bleary eyed as Ben solved another medical neurosurgery mystery. Then I would get queried in the morning to “solve the case.” Amazing! He did it all without CAT scan or MRI. Yes, he was a true legend. When Dave was born, he never cried. Lisa was too exhausted from Jules, so she left him alone, and he stopped crying.

Two right hands

If you stop often enough you might be surprised. Hays, Kansas. We braked for antiques. It was far enough along in miles that we needed a break. You try to pick something good. It wasn’t particularly (good). In this little shop off the interstate a Scottish woman gave us a whole story of this piece she had acquired and shipped from Scotland. Religious symbolism was all over the piece. She described religious plants, symbols signifying the books of the bible, the carvings, and even Celtic influence. Jesus had two right hands? There was a representation of the Pieta. She was looking for a museum to purchase her treasure. I would agree. It should find an appropriate home. I did not ask the price.

 

It’s a sign

The bigger the cross the more religion? Or, my “***” is bigger than yours? Driving across Kansas it’s a competition. You see religious signs exhorting you to come to Jesus. And there are signs from the “right to lifers.” The other side also has a say. Billboards offer adult toys. There are the occasional humorous signs. I almost am tempted to stop.

Old Coin Bank

I look at old coin banks. They don’t appeal but they are fun to peruse. Can it be? No! Turning it around, indeed, it is for real! Someone made one of our “fearless leader.” You know, the dumb, insensitive, demented, molester. Pardon my focus, I staged the last image. He loves everyone, doesn’t he? I wonder who thought to do this? I did find it in Ohio. No! I only photographed it.

Bulova

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I’ll bet you never heard this story. I was a kid. That would be less than third grade. I rode a bicycle around Elkins. In those days, I could ride unaccompanied and unfettered. At an intersection near home I found the workings of a Bulova watch lying on the pavement. The band and case were gone. I presumed the watch had fallen from a car and shattered. I was amazed that the watch was working. Yup, ticking, second hand sweeping, and the thing was keeping time. All day long I tested that watch by dropping it on the ground. Finally, hours later in the late afternoon the darned thing stopped working. There’s a moral to this story somewhere. But, after all these years I’m still stumped for something smart to say.

Santa

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I know. But I had a post for Xmas. So, I’m squeezing this in at New Year. Happy! I’ve been in a lot of stores around Thanksgiving. Santa shows up before turkey. Turkey is for eating. You sell Santa for the holiday. Happy! … that would be all the holidays. This new year will be different… and better.