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1. Deron Bauman on March 7th, 2010 at 10:42 am

   I love it, Phil.

2. Daryl Scroggins on March 7th, 2010 at 10:45 am

   We can buff that out–no problem.

3. Phil Bebbington on March 7th, 2010 at 10:47 am

   I’d love to think that the car was driven in there and a guy got out and ran – such romantic notions!

4. Cindy Scroggins on March 7th, 2010 at 10:48 am

   Wonderful, Phil.

5. Cindy Scroggins on March 7th, 2010 at 10:50 am

   I’m thinking Butterfield, Missouri might be one of those multi-red-dot sites.

6. Phil Bebbington on March 7th, 2010 at 10:56 am

   Cindy, I was getting very close to Rick and Danny and they sure gave me just what I needed. I seem to remember that the roof there had a red dot on it!

   I’m sure we can get clarification on that.

7. vin. on March 7th, 2010 at 11:00 am

   Is that a toilet by the front fender?

8. Sheila Ryan on March 7th, 2010 at 11:21 am

   I love the way vegetal detritus is claiming this skeleton.

9. Phil Bebbington on March 7th, 2010 at 11:34 am

   I loved the way that tree had grown against the door – or was it parked that way, trapping one of the occupants.

10. Phil Bebbington on March 7th, 2010 at 11:35 am

    Vin, I think it is. I guess if you ended up driving your car to a location such as this easy access to a toilet might be welcome.

11. vin. on March 7th, 2010 at 3:35 pm

    This pic reminds me of so many roadside scenes from southern Missouri.

    Phil, did your journey take you through Southeast Missouri by any chance?

12. Sheila Ryan on March 7th, 2010 at 3:48 pm

    Vin, I forgot that you grew up (throwing rolls) in southeast Missouri!

13. Phil Bebbington on March 7th, 2010 at 3:58 pm

    Vin, unfortunately I didn’t get to south-east Missouri this trip, but, I touched on it in a minor way last year. There will be other visits, perhaps I should announce ahead of time so that I can maximise visits – I do have a tendency to keep them close to my chest.

14. Rick Neece on March 7th, 2010 at 5:46 pm

    When we visited our friends, Jules and Steve, last year in the high desert some 40 or so miles north of Palm Springs, we walked the dirt roads around the area, just minutes walking from their house and in the desert there were doors of cars and other parts laying on the ground. Lost, left, abandoned. I couldn’t stop thinking, “How did they get there to be found? There’s a story there in every piece.”

15. Sheila Ryan on March 7th, 2010 at 6:07 pm

    Way down south of Palm Springs, in your low desert, I think that’s where I abandoned the Desertmobile. It was a ’66 Chevy Malibu, or so I recall. I loved driving that car cross-country.

16. Sheila Ryan on March 7th, 2010 at 6:08 pm

    By cross-country, I don’t mean from Chicago to LA. I mean off-road.

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