Restaurant postcards are one of my weaknesses. I prefer cards with people in them but these vacant ones have a beauty all their own. The stage is set for the dance of service. I am constantly intrigued by the style and color choices of the Before Times.
I want to be a long-haired hitchhiker sitting at the counter of the Platter Restaurant at the Bosselman Truck Plaza at the junction of I-80 and US 281 just outside Grand Island, Nebraska in 1971 between a local corn farmer and a cross country trucker and have them call me a draft dodging commie while I am barely holding onto reality due to the three hits mescaline rewiring my neurons.
Do you see how brutally the USPS machinery abused the image on this postcard? Unconscionable!
This card from my old pal T. Carey.
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