Where am I?
Well, yes, you might well ask that since I haven't posted here in over two months. But that's another question involving an all-consuming project at work, and some all-consuming problems we've had with a sick family member. All that time I used to have to write blog posts has been mostly all consumed, lately. Hopefully, that will change soon.
But, what I really mean is where was I when I took this photo, and just what is this a photo of?
Is this an early prototype for the Oscar-Mayer wienermobile?
Is it a vintage New Jersey diner?
Is it the secret love nest where Ava Gardner and Frank Sinatra used to tryst?
Or, is it the biggest, baddest Wurlitzer jukebox ever made?
It certainly has some stories to tell.
Someone reading this blog should recognize it (assuming anyone is still reading this blog). It's been photographed almost as much as the Golden Gate Bridge.
If you think you know the answer, write it on the back of a Hallberg-Rassy 352 and send it over to O Dock. Or, better yet, leave a comment here.
There will be a follow-up post with more pictures and a thougtful narrative that draws insightful life lessons from a chance encounter with this, uh, whatever it is.
Now, let's not always see the same hands.