I was driving through a small town recently and thought I saw .... a phone booth.
At first I thought it was probably someone's yard ornament. A novelty from the past. But as I got closer it certainly looked real.
I stopped, got out of my car and walked over to it.
It was most definitely real. I really don't recall the last time I have seen one of these stand alone pay phone booths.
Then I spotted this tiny park.
There was a classic merry-go-round.
A jungle gym -- something you always found on every playground but never see any more. At least, not this type.
The old swing set with high metal frame.
And a once upon a time pretty fancy teeter totter. Which would would I run for? The yellow one or the white one?
Looking down this street I can almost see kids riding their bicycles as they hang on to fishing poles.
Small towns. They still have a heart. And in this little place, I felt like it was 1960 all over again.
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