When the location of my motel came up, Crispian recalled some efforts to
save a Doggie Diner
in that area. I asked the motel owner before I left and he told me that
the diner was gone but that the dog head that identified it had been
saved. It was barely a block away on a pole I'd already passed at least
twice. After getting my photographs of the ten foot head, I polished off a
muffin at the Java
Beach Cafe that's now on the corner.
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August 28,1999
The trip's high and low points came in quick succession. In Seligman, some
women folk persuaded Juan Delgadillo to fire up the Snow Cap's 1937 Chevy
and cruise the town while we were there. It's the only time I ever got to
see the car in action. A few hours and about a hundred miles later, I
drove my own Chevy off the road right by the
not-yet-even-thinking-about-being-restored Cool Springs Camp. We survived
and, although it wasn't immediately apparent, so did the car.
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I got in one more Lincoln Highway stop in San Francisco. Drake Hokanson
wrote of enduring MacDonald's and interstate on a trip to see
and photograph this marker on California near Park Presidio. He tells of
people leaning on it and resting things on it
until one woman asked about it. Of course, her question was triggered, not
by the marker, which she passed every day, but by Drake's actions. He told
her of the highway but she didn't really believe him until she read the
marker for herself. No one
leaned on it today. There was a woman seated at the bus stop as I approached
but her bus arrived and carried her off before I crossed the street. The
medallion is still there and, as Drake's skeptical questioner discovered
years ago, it still says "This Highway Dedicated to Abraham Lincoln".
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