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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. VickiMarch 24, 2012 at 9:35 AM

    Love it. A treasure trove of goodness knows what.

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  2. SusanMarch 24, 2012 at 9:54 AM

    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. Red Nomad OZMarch 24, 2012 at 9:31 PM

    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. diane bMarch 24, 2012 at 11:48 PM

    You always manage to make junk look interesting.

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  5. UnknownMarch 25, 2012 at 2:51 AM

    What a photogenic mess!

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  6. MartinaMarch 27, 2012 at 3:26 AM

    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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