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THE SAME ALL OVER THE GLOBE, THROW THE DOG A BONE, STILL WORKS NO MATTER WHAT SPOT YOU OCCUPY IN THIS WORLD. HERE IS A SNIP IT FROM A TINY PART OF THE WORLD WITH THE SAME ABSURDITY AS THE BIG ONES.

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DAGGETT
WIDE SPOT ALONG ROUTE 66
BEST SPOT TO GROW UP IN THE 60’S

ACTUALLY SANTA FE SPLIT THE WIDE SPOT INTO SPOTS, SANTA FE TRACKS RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE WITH ROUTE 66 ON THE SOUTH WITH MOST RESIDENCE ON THE NORTH SIDE. ALL THE ACTION TOOK PLACE ON THE SOUTH SIDE (AT “MOM’S” CAFE/BEER EMPORIUM, ALWAYS A FULL HOUSE BY 5:30PKM. FOLLOWED JUST TO THE WEST THE TIRE SHOP AND ANOTHER CAFE. JUST ACROSS “MOM’S” BUTTED UP NEXT TO THE SANTA FE TRACKS WAS THE VOLUNTEER FIRE DEPARTMENT MOSTLY SUBSTITUTED FOR POT LUCKS GATHERING AND ONE A MONTH SPONSORED THE LOCAL KIDS DANCE.

THE SLEEPY WHISTLE STOP CAME ALIVE AT FIVE EVERY EVENING
(SUNDAYEXCLUDED AKA MOSTLY DEAD WHY I DON’T KNOW).

DAGGETT’S FIVE O'CLOCK RUSH HOURS IS A DAILY MIGRATION FROM THE NORTH SIDE OVER THE SANTA FE RAILROAD TRACK TO
ROUTE 66 THEN TURNING RIGHT AND STRAIGHT TO “MOM’S.

TO ME THE “FOUST BROTHER” REPRESENTED TRUE DAGGETT
IN EVERY RESPECT! THEY OPERATED A BLACKSMITH SHOP DOWN A WAYS OF THE NORTH SIDE (SANTA FE STREET) IN A TIMBER BARN SIDED IN RUSTY CORRUGATE TIM SIDING. BOTH THE FOUST BROTHER WERE LARGER THAN LIFE (ALSO TWO VERY LARGE DUDES). ICONIC DRESS EN BIB OVERALLS, UNKEMPT HAIR AND BEARDS PLYING THEIR TRADE WELDING AND SUNDRY IRON REPAIRS AND VERY TOLERANT OF A SMART-ASS 17 YEAR OLD KID. I LEARNED SO MUCH FROM THOSE TWO FINE ARISTOCRAT GENTLEMEN! YOU MAY VISUALIZE MAYBERRY AND GOOBERS GAS STATION BUT YOU WOULD BE SOOOOOOOOOOO WRONG.

HERE’S A INKLING OF WHAT DAGGETT FIVE O’CLOCK RUSH HOUR
ENTAILED. FOR ME THE PARADE ALWAYS STARTED AT THE FOUST BROTHERS BLACKSMITH SHOP. THE BROTHER ALWAYS PONDERED WHICH VEHICLE TO MOTOR OVER THE TRACK TO “MOM’S”. THIS WAS A SERIOUS SELECTION RITUAL. SHALL WE: TAKE THE BENTLEY THE SILVER CLOUD ROLLS, OR THERE CHICKEN COOP FABULOUS 30’S BOAT TAIL ROADSTER (USUALLY THE LEAST FAVORITE ONE AS IT WOULD BE NECESSARY TO DE-EGG AND BLOW OUT THE INTERIOR OF THE MOST EXPENSIVE EVER CHICKEN ROOST. THEIR BENTLEY WAS
THE FAVORITE AS THE WINDOWS WERE ROLLED UP AND THE FIVE O’CLOCK WHISTLE HAD BLOWN. NO NEED TO SPRUCE UP AS THAT WOULD CREATE NUMEROUS UNSAVORY COMMENTS FROM THOSE WHO WERE ALREADY HAD A HEAD START. THE BROTHERS RELEGATED ME TO THE BACKSEAT AND OFF WE WOULD GO! (NOT MUCH EATING GOING ON BUT BY 7 PM A LOAD OF EMPTY BUDWEISER BOTTLES ACCUMULATED). A TEENAGERS PARADIS

CULTURAL VANDALISM

ARCHITECTURAL INSPIRATION DEBASED ITSELF TO “LEGO-ISM”

OR ASSEMBLING SHOE BOXES AS IF THEY WERE A TWENTY

FOUR THOUSAND CONTAINER SHIP! NO LONGER CAN ONE

STROLL THE BOULEVARD, STOP AN LINGER IN AMAZEMENT

OF A PARTICULAR EDIFICE OR VISUALIZE THE BEAUTY

PROJECTED FROM IT’S STRUCTURE . THERE IS NO CREATIVE

ENLIGHTENMENT VIEWING A COLLECTION OF “KOTEX” BOXES

CRAMMED TOGETHER ! THEY HAVE VANDALIZED THE ESSENCE

OF SIMPLICITY AND GRACE !