Our grand-daughter Anjali was going to use the facilities at a service station near New Hope, Pennsylvania.
The door was locked, with a quaint device attached.
However, since Anjali's mom was filling up, the attendant said, "Don't use a quarter; here's a token."
By that time, Anjali was fascinated with the gizmo, and she pulled out her smart phone, and photographed it, up close.
8/31/2014 01:29:02 pm
Really cool! I wonder if the ancient Greeks, who might have admired the depiction, would have thought it a daffy nētta ("duck" in ancient Greek as near as I can tell?!)
8/31/2014 01:44:22 pm
With regard to today's Sports of the Times tennis/construction insights, I'd like to add that the Ashe nosebleed grandstand should be declared a public hazard, condemned, and immediately and permanently closed pending demolition. I hope they do better with the the new construction, or at least put handgrips on the roof to steady one's gate in getting into those seats
9/1/2014 01:06:15 am
Brian, it does look like a duck, doesn't it.
9/1/2014 08:45:32 am
i'm with Bryan and you, George, I felt like crawling down and do remember bouncing off a shoulder or two. Angeli story reminds me of walking with young son Scott along an old rail line when he found a pretty bluish rock. "Coal, what's that."
10/17/2014 09:04:37 pm
Really its nice that your grand daughter going to facilitated like that .
4/7/2015 06:20:15 am
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From the great Maureen Dowd:
As I write this, I’m in a deserted newsroom in The Times’s D.C. office. After working at home for two years during Covid, I was elated to get back, so I could wander around and pick up the latest scoop.
But in the last year, there has been only a smattering of people whenever I’m here, with row upon row of empty desks. Sometimes a larger group gets lured in for a meeting with a platter of bagels."
--- Dowd writes about the lost world of journalists clustered in newsrooms at all hours, smoking, drinking, gossipping, making phone calls, typing, editing.
"Putting out the paper," we called it.
Much more than nostalgia.