We first saw the Soup Hut
which seems to be in the spirit of real soup Nazi. Next, it was the Native American
advertising wings. Across the street was the soon to be defunct McCrory's.
As we went further, we saw this dumpster
but decided not to dive into it. We took pictures of this collection of storefronts. Lallo's
must have seemed interesting for some reason. The election headquarters
were for candidates long gone. The Tai Chi class
windows
gave a nice reflection effect of the photographer. Then there were the flag store
and the Karma Kafe
which didn't specify which kind of karma they sell and a nail
parlor
which had a very nail parlor-like neon sign. The (closed) antique store had this wonderful ash tray
for sale as the toy store
provided nice toys
and the camera store
nice artifacts that might be used here
to take passport photos. A medical store
warned us about cancer as this lady
posed with DrLen. This was the sign
that best incorporated the town's name into their business. And this
was the required sign claiming to be the city (actually, a the city and maybe even the a the city) where baseball was invented. On the way home, we saw this person sitting by the entrance
to the Pulaski skyway.