My sons and I explored Crossville, the small Tennessee town closest to our cabin in the woods, one afternoon. We drank chocolate malts at a real drug-store soda fountain and then walked the main drag. The proudest site on the street is this theater.
As we drove through one evening in search of dinner, we found the sign lit. Isn’t it glorious?
My uninterested sons stayed in the car while I shot this. Pity. By the time they’re my age, all the neon will probably be gone.
I stopped to photograph some lit neon in Logansport, Indiana, one evening a couple years ago. Check it out.
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