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Found in an old dying town in northern Colorado is a painted sign for a tiny store that is still open. I wonder what the sign above this one once said. You can still see some very faded lettering, which is enhanced in black and white. Food and liquor, in a dying town. Why not.
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I remember the old drug store serving food and drinks like a chocolate egg cream. Long time ago.
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I used to love egg creams.I bought a girl a ring for 10 cents and rode by her porch on a bicycle and she was outside and I threw her the ring and kept riding. 2nd grade,1956. I would carry her books to school and loved her. I still remember her name.
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Today were announced results of a study proving that drinking beer improves arthritis. I think if you drink enough beer, you don’t notice one way or the other. Let’s here it for BEER!
I think they only call them egg creams in New York. Everywhere else, they are phosphates or some other thing. Were there ever eggs in egg creams?
Great picture 🙂 I love wall painted signs.
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No eggs in egg creams. Chocolate syrup, milk, and seltzer.
Vodka is even better for arthritis. Thanks Marilyn.
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I love that the word liquor seems to have the boldest letters. In a dying town I can. Believe it. Good morning Mike.
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Hi Sue. I wonder too about the bold liquor letters. Perhaps they only recently started selling liquor. It was a tiny store and we did not go in.
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Good guess on why the letters look bolder. There was a little store like this where I grew up and the inside was a jumble of absolutely everything, including liquor. As a kid so fascinating to wander in.
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I am still wandering in as a kid 😉
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We all need food and drink, even in the smallest of towns! I love this little bit of history – it will disappear eventually, so it is important to document things before they do. Lovely shot, and thought provoking.
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Well thanks Mary. I have it documented and now it is on WordPress but I think it will disappear when WP and I do.
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Great shot, Mike. I’m not sure about food, but in a dying town you certainly need your liquor!
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That is a fact my friend. Thanks, E.
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Reblogged this on What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?.
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Food and liquor, that’s all you need in a small town. And, gas for the car.
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And female companionship as well. Two, if you can pull it off.
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Please, please make a blog of all you old work, Sir Michael of the States. Sounds fascinating stuff!
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Well, they are really not mine to blog. They are extra copies of someone’s private photos that I rejected and redid, but kept for whatever reason. I had very high standards, and did great work. Hence my success at doing it, I suppose.
Lands and title for you.
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Interesting to hear about it nonetheless. Thanks. I”ll take my lands in France and make the title a Danish one, please.
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Lands are being arranged and you are hereby known as the lady prune danish.
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OMG WTF????
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Do you have prune danish in your fine country? I was making a joke, you see.
Title paperwork has been submitted. Rest easy, grasshopper.
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Yep, you are definitely mad as I thought!
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Mad as in insane?
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One of my students included a comment about Planes Indians in his research paper. I figured they must have arrived their without horses. 🙂
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LOL!!! I bet you laughed at that one, eh?
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Yes!
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Liquor probably always wins out in a dying town.
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Liquor and despair. Goes together like love and marriage.
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Yep, pretty much.
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When it snows around here, folks go for bread and milk. Me? Snacks and beer (or wine / liquor). This store has almost all I need 🙂
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I hear that. About to have some very good bourbon. Happy weekend Laurie.
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Hi Mike
A very old store.If it could talk we knowed all the history
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Yes I imagine it has lived through quite a lot. Hi Marylou.
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