From the bloggers at The Lady is a Tramp.
I joined the Crohn’s and Colitis Foundation of America when diagnosed with ulcerative colitis in 1997. (By 2009, that diagnosis was updated to Crohn’s disease.) I wasn’t yet 30 years old when I received my membership card in the mail, and at that young age I was mortified when I saw the back of the card:
The thought of thrusting that card at someone, such as in a queue for a restroom, was more than I could bear. I threw the card away.
As the years went by, the urgency to get to a restroom became, well, more urgent. I sent away for a new membership card, and yesterday I’m sure glad I did.
I love taking photos of vintage neon signs. One of my favorite things to do in a new town is to drive its old highways and byways – thoroughfares that existed before interstates and freeways – looking for old diners and motor hotels. Nowadays those routes are generally in industrial, run-down areas. Many times there isn’t so much as a fast food restaurant for a pitstop.
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