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George Fish


If there was any risk of the history of the region disappearing I am sure you could find it here.  George's was a huge steptoe of a place with clutter everywhere, and buildings tumbling down under the dank pine trees.  It looked so abandoned I wondered if George has passed on but the entrance certainly looked cheerful in a wild sort of way.

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  1. Love it. A treasure trove of goodness knows what.

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  2. I love it too. The George Fishs of this life, unwittingly or otherwise, play an important role in life as we knew it.
    Credit to you Joan - your posts are brilliant.

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  3. It's just bizarre enough to look like it's fake! I mean, who calls their business 'George Fish' for goodness sake!! What a GREAT find!!!

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  4. You always manage to make junk look interesting.

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  5. I love the letters. The look like they are made ouf some metal .. but even if it's only the look, they are so nice. The other organic shapes in the photo (tree branches for example) add to the typography - a little bit of Art Nouveau.

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