I have a confession to make. I 
tacky roadside tourist attractions. And there’s a cool website devoted solely to these icons of Americana called, aptly enough, RoadsideAmerica. I them too! I’m plotting out a local road trip of sorts. How can you not want to see a statue of Popeye? A giant watermelon? A giant banjo? The feather duster Jesse James was supposedly using when that coward Bob Ford shot him in the back? The world’s largest pecan? Home of the white squirrels? Or a double-decker outhouse? 
I survived my birthday. 
Now I’m going to pretend I’m a year younger than I really am, I think.
Gotta hit the library today or tomorrow.
Tonight we have a new episode of Warehouse 13. 
Wrote a little over a page last night. Yay!
Reading: Finished up Verse of the Vampyre and now I’m almost all the way through Sonnet of the Sphinx. The continuing adventures of Grace Hollister & Peter Fox.
Oh those tacky roadside attractions are wonderful! Someday, Don and I are going to roadtrip just to see some of them. Stay in some of the ultra tacky resorts too.
Comment by Anonymous — July 14, 2009 @ 12:40 pm
What? You’re not planning to see the largest ball of twine? *G* I see nothing wrong with amusing yourself with planning a trip to see Roadside attractions.
YAY! Another Warehouse 13 tonight!
I hope you find lots of books at the library!
Have a wonderful day!
Comment by Brandy — July 14, 2009 @ 1:25 pm
Hi Tori,
That sounds like a great “girls” trip. Too fun and image the photo ops???!!!
Happy to her you wrote over a page. Me too! Isn’t that the best feeling?
Barb
Comment by Barb — July 14, 2009 @ 3:11 pm
I think somewhere on Long Island, there’s a big duck.
What books did you pick up at the library?
Yay on the page you wrote.
Comment by Dru — July 14, 2009 @ 4:18 pm
The tackiest roadside attraction I’ve ever seen was the “Elvis Is Alive Museum” in Wright City, Missouri. One side of the building was a “greasy spoon” hamburger joint. The other half of the building, separated by an OPEN doorway, was the museum (and I use the term loosely). On display, for all the world to see, and touch, was a white outfit with rhinestones that was supposedly worn by The King.
Now, I’ve got to ask you, if you were in possession of anything worn by Elvis Presley would you not keep it stored in such a way that nobody could get their greasy, ketchupy, mustardy, pickled fingers on it? Not too bright, the owner. Not to mention that due to this open door policy the “Elvis outfit” resembled the topside of a range hood… or anything you have on a shelf in your kitchen that you haven’t cleaned in a few years. You know what I mean? That coating of grease with dust stuck to it?
There was a section at the back of the room that was separated by a picket fence. Beyond the fence was a casket and graveyard. This area, of course, was dedicated to the oddities surrounding his un-death. Just weird.
The most interesting thing about this museum was the list of reasons they believed Elvis was not dead. I’m not kidding – they might have done something with that.
I almost forgot to mention Elvis’ Cadillac that was parked out front… in the weather… year-round.
It’s hard to believe this museum has closed – died, per se. But, at least, Elvis is still alive.
Long live The King!
Comment by Denise — July 14, 2009 @ 8:37 pm