Category: Sights from the Road

Hunting Ghosts: Mail Pouch, Uneeda Biscuit and the Circle Dot

Hunting Ghosts: Mail Pouch, Uneeda Biscuit and the Circle Dot

On Sunday I stopped by to take a peek at the Mail Pouch Tobacco ghost ad on East Main in Beacon, NY.

Though I’d been to Beacon before, I never saw the sign. It has a serious fade going. As best as I can tell the slogan call outs are “Sweet Chew” (I think) and “Cool Sweet Smoke.” Cool sweet smoke sounds… well, cool. Except for that whole, I actually think smoking is disgusting thing.

Beacon is a lovely, walkable little town. There are art pieces peppered about which I love. But with the summer heat burning away, I didn’t linger to walk around in my riding gear. I couldn’t resist the hammer figure when I saw it, though.

Executive Action – Edward Benavente

Kenny says that’s a lady butt. I think it’s a dude butt. What say you?

Horseshoes – Peter Schlemowitz

Not far north of Beacon, I pulled in to a gas station to fill up and grab a drink. When I walked outside, I saw a former Phillips 66 batwing station across the street. I’d seen one last year while I was in Vinita, Oklahoma but I can’t say I’ve seen any others in my travels here in the northeast. It could just be that my internal antenna hasn’t been tuned in.

Just around the corner from Vassar College stood a building with a multilayered ghost ad.

Biggest & Best, Clean & Good
On Land or Sea You’ll All Agree

Liberty Tobacco

Package ??

Long cut ??

Uneeda Biscuit Package 5¢

Moments like this make me wish I had a tiny drone 🙂

I’ve passed this ghost of the Circle Dot Drivein dozens of times while zipping down the road to catch the Bridgeport ferry back home. Each time I say “I should stop,” but until yesterday I haven’t had enough time to futz around taking pictures without missing the boat.

A quick look around the web points to the Circle Dot being a beloved community fixture for many years.

Roessler’s was a hot dog brand. One people were pretty excited about, I guess since the name made it to the sign above the building. If you look closely you can see the outline of the hot dog painted around the neon.

Time marches on. I wonder what people will one day document from our time?

Ride Snaps: Recent Murals, Graffiti and Street Art

Ride Snaps: Recent Murals, Graffiti and Street Art

While I’m out cruising around, I like to stop and take a look at murals, graffiti and street art along the way. Here are a couple bright spots from the last couple weeks.

I’m not sure why dueling grim reapers wearing oven mitts are partaking in a smash-up derby, but, okay. Also, I never really pegged the big GR as a Volvo kind of spirit. Seems a little “safety first,” if you ask me. But, what do I know?

At first glance, this mural may seem innocuous but there are little details about it that make you wonder what the artist had in mind. (see enlarged) Spotted this in Troy, NY.

Simple and sweetly primitive. It was on the side of Flavour Coffee Shop in Troy, NY.

This list of names painted on the roadway was near a high school. I’m guessing they’re the names of seniors who will be saying goodbye and heading off to college.

My daughter’s name 🙂

Just the right amount of ridiculous whimsy <3 This wall was in the parking lot of the Opera House at Boothbay Harbor.

Me too, dude. Me too.

 

 

The Very Handsome Muffler Man of Hancock, Massachusetts

The Very Handsome Muffler Man of Hancock, Massachusetts

Well, well, well. Would you look at this dapper gent with his new paint job!

The last time I stopped in for a visit The Big Man was suffering from a heinous case of the peels. This picture was snapped in 2012. He’d even lost his hat. Poor fella.

Seeing him looking so polished does the ole ticker good. Just look at that bowtie!

One of the funny things about Muffler Man repairs is how they become personalized. For example, the Uniontown, PA Bunyan with his bedroom eyes and the Stony Point, NY giant with his muy macho chest hair. Well, get a load of the lunula on this guy!

…and he matches the Bonnie.

Welcome back, handsome!

Roadside Americana: Greetings from Woolwich – Mainer C. Lobster

Roadside Americana: Greetings from Woolwich – Mainer C. Lobster

Mainer C. Lobster sits outside of Taste of Maine restaurant in Woolwich, Maine on Route 1. Isn’t he glorious?

Having a lobster this excited about well, everything would probably bring a lot of sunshine to your life.

I’m a little bummed to discover that I could’ve gone inside and bought a magnet with his mug on it in the restaurant gift shop. First of all… restaurant gift shop? Tres Cracker Barrel. But, I did get to see Mainer with the addition of two new teeth, based on the photos posted on Roadside America. Lose out on a magnet, gain a tooth or two. Seems alright, I guess.

Taste of Maine
161 Main St,
Woolwich, ME 04579

Boothbay Harbor: Gimbel and Sons Country Store Post Office Call Boxes

Boothbay Harbor: Gimbel and Sons Country Store Post Office Call Boxes

While in Boothbay Harbor, Maine last week, I was drawn to a lovely olde tyme gas pump standing outside Gimbel & Son’s Country Store.

I’m not much of a shopper. If I venture in at all, I usually breeze in and out of store fairly quickly. With vacation-centric places it usually same useless crap, different store. But, to my surprise, the inside of this store featured something far more interesting than the usual touristy junk.

Just think of all the love letters, postcards and well wishes that passed through those boxes. Memories and life’s little (and big!) moments have seeped into the wood grain.

Reads:

Greetings

This section of the Naples, Maine post office with its call boxes as well as a few lock boxes served its patrons for many years. Coming in as a brand new piece of equipment shortly after the Civil War, it was a talk-about with its carved oak leaf trimming. Few offices sported such a fine front. It served in two old country stores, was set up in the building that is now Naples public library, then moved up to a new home where it phased out about 1960.  Once in the change of Postmasters, it was moved out in the night from its Republican environment. It’s rather small letter drop brought some big moments into the lives of little people when Eleanor Roosevelt’s secretary mailed letters for the First Lady. Ethel Barrymore, playing “school for Scandal” at a nearby summer theater slid in some scintillating nodes, (probably good reading but the law forbid). By Harry!Edward Everett Horton danced a jig when he mailed his letters. If you can tune in on the proper wavelength, you might hear a juicy tidbit about some local would-be or has-been. It absorbed plenty.

-Best Wishes-

Loton Rogers Pitts, Postmaster 1934-57

 

 

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