Our neighborhood on 7th St.:
The Rolling Sculpture show: I walked downtown on Saturday to discover gangster cars from the ’20s, bubble-gum colored cars from the ’50s and every other model appearing in a James Dean or Marlon Brando movie. The owners were there sharing some stories and there was this couple next to an “original owners” sign, telling about the drive-in dates they’ve had in this car back in the ’50s.
Well, the enthusiasm wears off quickly if you are lacking high levels of testosterone in your body, so I moved on to the Downtown shopping area for a Starbucks pit stop.
Then Urban Outfitters happened and my hands were occupied otherwise. No more pictures.