Eyesore or Eye Soar?
A Gallery of Rusted Dreams:
from
Gatsby to Viet Nam
One hundred yards from the Town Hall in Hartford, Vermont, lies this parking lot with its hidden treasures in plain sight and totally ignored.
Some, including this blogger, might find this to be a work of
cultural 'found art,'
entwined in dooryard growth,
a rusting, haphazard chronology
of
American dreams
from
1933 -1972.
Shall we name it
The Willy Loman Gallery of Rusted American Dreams,
and charge ADMISSION?
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