Archive for the 'Flynn’s' Category

traveling music

Sunday, July 16th, 2006

The moonroof edged out a CD player for my car, back in ’93, but I had to have tunes – my tunes – on long drives.  I need to sing along at the top of my lungs to songs I’ve had years decades to memorize; I love car-dancing, and I love guaranteed Rod-Stewart-free audio, so […]

pump numbah faw

Thursday, June 22nd, 2006

A postscript: I filled the other car this morning, being veryverywickitcaffle not even to touch the camera hanging around my neck.  Hastened inside, so as not to appear to have mistaken the pump for long term parking.  Rushed to the cooler for a gallon of milk and went straight to the counter. As I plunked […]

pump 3! with the camera!

Saturday, June 17th, 2006

It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it: I collect, among other things, snapshots of signs which tickle my funnybone.  (As always, hover for captions.)  Some stand alone, but others fall into natural categories – street names, for example. Many are helpfully descriptive, but sometimes they get a little bossy. On the other hand, […]

local color

Friday, May 19th, 2006

In a nod to Crazy Aunt Purl with the crazy LA gas prices, y’all, here’s the sign for my favorite only truck stop.  It’s 2½ miles from me, but I’m just now starting to capture in pixels its genial hometown quirkiness. First: Flynn’s is open.  Wait, you’re reading this at 3:58 a.m.?  They’re open.  You’re […]