Paint Your Dreams....
There Was a Time . . .
It was a time of shining hope and good will, a time when the neon glow of a one-of-a-
kind sign could pull you into a place at once familiar but also new, when the food and
the friendliness had something of the personality of the owners and the cooks and the
It was a time when a person could drive his car along every unfolding mile of Route 66
from Chicago to Santa Monica and not see the same café sign twice.
It was a time worth painting your way back into.
(excerpt from James Edwards - to be continued)