Today’s BEFORE picture involves one of my all-time favorite rest stops. It was a historic general store in Aladdin, Wyoming (population 15). I just wanted something to drink, but I was so enamored by its creaky wooden floors and its quirky ambience, that I hung around there for quite a bit longer than I do at gas station convenience stores. I’ll let the picture and the caption tell the rest of the story.
Okay, since it WAS one of my favorite stops of all time, I figured I should back it up with a couple more pictures. The first one is a front view of the place, which has been in continuous operation for something like 2,000 years. (Actually 125 years.) The second picture captures the greatest sign I’ve ever seen.
It’s funny how I can get so carried away once I sit down in front of my typewriter — I mean — computer. I swear, I only intended to post the before and after pictures and then close this thing out quickly. I’m not yet done though.
On my way home from the elaborately staged AFTER picture, I ran into a little excitement. I was riding up the hill just past the Fire Station when an Emergency vehicle pulled out and passed me with lights flashing and sirens screaming. I expected it to continue on for miles — like they always seem to do — and I’d be unable to keep up and never see it again.
This time, however, it came to a stop at the top of the hill just a couple blocks ahead. I arrived only a minute after that first responder. I could not believe what I saw.
Cops and ambulances and fire trucks and more gawkers like me showed up soon thereafter. Probably lawyers too. The general consensus amongst the bystanders was that the driver either suffered a medical crisis, or a drug/alcohol-fueled burst of psychosis, or a suicide attempt. I rode home feeling pretty sad.