Plenty of people from plenty of places around the world have a fascination with Route 66. It's quite understandable-- it was a main travel artery in our country. Although its use was pretty much eliminated due to the creation of the US interstate system, many relics still exist along it's path. The nostalgia factor is quite high! In my hometown of Winslow, Arizona, many remnants of the past remain. Here's a glimpse of a select few, as illustrated by my trusty ol' camera. 

First it was Whipple's, then Boyd's furniture. Now it's just a vacant building. The sign still remains, however. I remember being three years old and fascinated by the swanky silhouettes (c'mon... check out that bouffant and that wasp waist!). One would think that this sign depicts a night club or lounge, but alas, it was merely a department store. 

This was my favorite place to go as a kid, as they had candy cigarettes and gummy rats that were actual size! Now it's a truck repair shop. 
Here's some fun trivia: If you've watched the movie Natural Born Killers with Woody Harrelson and Juliette Lewis, you've seen this gas station. Green lights, corvette, sexy time turned to murder scene? Yep, filmed here in 1992. I vividly recall the scene being shot, as a matter of fact, as my family and everyone else in town were nosy onlookers. 

A typical roadside motel from the days of yore. This was operational up until not long ago, and was turned into apartments at one point in time and was the scene of quite a brutal murder in the late '90s (I'd liken it to something out of a Korean horror flick). I love the sign and aesthetic, but it seems like this building is not long for this world. 

I have no idea what was originally on this sign. It was a rusted out hunk of metal suspended above the sidewalk as long as I can recall. I actually had no idea it was 'restored' until my friend posted a photo of it on his Instagram from a recent trip here. He told me its location, I drove by and sure enough... here was this awesomely redone sign. 

I loved going to Oasis liquors with my dad. He always bought me a soda (which my mother never allowed) and the owner, Harold, always hooked me up with a fist full of dum dums. Harold has since passed, but the sign still stands proud. I have to admit, I'd love to have that awesome 1970s 7UP sign in my living room...

I have been sitting on this photograph for a couple of years. It somehow got buried in the depths of my hard drive, and I recently came across it. That's what gave me the idea to do this feature on my website, actually! The motel has since been demolished. The only memory I have of this place is the pay phone that once existed exactly where I stood to take this photo; we made a lot of prank calls from it when I was in junior high. 

The Licker Company was a small candy factory that had been around for who knows how long. I remember the suckers being sold in the grocery stores and restaurants all over town. I think we even took a tour of the factory once, when I was in elementary school. Even though it's long, long gone, I can still remember the way the suckers tasted. It didn't matter if you had a cheesecake flavored lollipop, strawberry or cotton candy; they all tasted the same and it always felt like you had to go shave your teeth with a razor after eating one. 

Chop Suey, dancing and drinks, and... clean undies? Yep, that's the Entré restaurant. The restaurant portion is still open today and is an all-original midcentury gem that was built in the 1950s. I'm not even sure if the lounge is operational. I have gone a few times in the recent past, however. Let me tell you, it was a the place to visit if you fancied a good kicking. However, they did still make a lot of classic cocktails, such as Mai Tais, Zombies, Singapore Slings, etc... and did them correctly. Sadly, I don't think you can wash your clothes there any more.

I miss Joe's Cafe. Not only did they have great Chinese food, but they had THE best fries and gravy. Orange sherbet was always an option for dessert. One thing I clearly remember about this place was the owner's mother. She resembled the mogwai handler from The Gremlins, except that she had the most severe case of ectropion I've ever seen. Children feared her! In fact, I remember my cousin bumping into her while running in the restaurant, falling down and screaming and crying in fear. He was kind of a little jerk that day, so I derived quite a bit of joy from it. 

Although still operational, the Falcon restaurant is a shell of it's former self. It opened for business in the 1950s. My grandmother worked there for quite a while. The original owners took great pride in the food they served. Seriously, name a place that still makes their own bone stock for their daily soups! They had mile-high cream pies, and plenty of classic dishes that are rarely seen on menus today. The Falcon in it's current state is still very good, but I miss the classic dining aspect of the original. 
The lounge was an entirely different thing on its own. Seafoam green tufted booths, metallic wallpaper... yep, right up my alley.

I have no stories about this motel, other than it sits next to Joe's Café and that I think it's a cool sign. 

This larger than life chief has been repaired and restored more times than I can even count. Winslow is an area prone to high winds, so this sign is forever the victim of assault via strong gusts. He was the 'face' of the Big Indian Trading Post and now sits atop a locally owned furniture manufacturing business. 

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