Looking from the arcade of the Harvey House at some of the commerce carried on the tracks. We seemed to see an endless parade of freight trains - "the industrial might of China parading across the western landscape" as Bill put it.
See, even in the California desert I'm looking at architectural detail.
Some of the engines pulling the afore-noted train.
How American can we get, eh?
When cars were cars!
And horseless carriages were horseless carriages.
Gas station nostalgia. I remember stuff like this.
A map of Routed 66.
For the quilters out there
A Harvey Girl loses her head over me, what can I say?
One finds the most unusual items in out-of-the-way museums.
Headlines from when I was conceived!
Yes, youngsters, cars did look like this on the interior, and it was way cool, so stop sniggering.
A vintage California license plate. I remember when our family car had a plate like this. FBB 081 was the number, if I recall correctly.I have more pics of Kingsburg to share but it's time to dash to downtown Fresno for some photography before hitting the road to Lodi and the wedding.
--the BB
