Those darn, fool kids. Because when the coast behind is clear and the road ahead is true, we again jostle our way onto the byway, roadmap tucked away somewhere between the seats, camera to the ready. Sometimes the view isn’t much to look at. But sometimes it is. When you get in the bus and cruise down the eastern edge of
But there used to be an even better way to see this great land of ours. It was the most modern way to travel back in the pre-war years.
What’s more, the ride was often classy, comfortable, even elegant.
And we should know. Not that we’ve done any train travel on this road trip. But we did swing by the O. Winston Link museum in the old hill town of
O. Winston was a freelance photographer who specialized in capturing the inner-workings of factory and industrial settings. He also had a thing for trains.
Among other subjects…
When you travel the country in an old microbus, gazing upon images of a bygone era, you might just find yourself swept up in the slow, sweet spirit of nostalgia. Maybe, just maybe, the good old days really were that good. Back then, gas was 10-cents a gallon and you didn’t have to pump it yourself.
And even though you couldn't get your toothbrush powder in a fast and flashy package, in truth it was the girl behind the counter you were really after anyway.