This And That Again

1. Seen in front of O'Maddy's in Gulfport. It is a 1956 Ford Country Squire station wagon.

Complete with surfboard, vintage patina and the classic "Woody" trim, this isn't as rare as one might think. They cranked out over 22,000 of them this year, but again, they were used to haul the whole family around so not many survived. According to NADA this baby is worth around $22,000 give or take. It looks to be original with no dents and the chrome still looks sharp. I didn't check out the interior but I suspect it looked probably average. Like Miss Frump, you won't see many of these…ever.

2. Thought I would also let you see one of St. Pete's downtown sculptures. This is the Chihuly Gallery sculpture on Beach Drive.

At night it looks especially impressive since it is lit from inside. There are several Chihuly exhibits around the US and I'm still a bit fuzzy as to what the whole Chihuly thing is. I guess it is an exhibit of Dale Chihuly's art works, and judging from a couple pictures I scabbed off the website it looks to be quite impressive.

3. Now, going on a totally different artistic plane than Chihuly, I saw this at the flea market (yeah, well, it wasn't my idea). Amazingly ugly. What kind of theme or decor would one have to warrant this?

I'm not sure where to begin. Absolutely everything about it is wrong. Why do I want it so?

4. At a stop light I saw this van with weird markings. Aliens? Perfect state for them to assimilate into the population.

5. And cruising around Gulfport I saw this house with all these birds sitting around. They must be feeding them, but for the life of me I can't figure why you'd want a bunch of big birds crapping on your porch and house.

It's just too creepy.

6. I leave you, today, with this fella I saw at the flea market.

Ah Florida, The Brain-Baked State.

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