Baby Blues by Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott for June 08, 2024

I gotta go potty!

That’s s’more

When I was a kid and we went on vacation, mom would write down the date, time and mileage when we left home and again when we arrived at our destination and do the same when we left our destination to come home.

Could be the remains of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Petrified is code for concrete sculpture.

Must allow for the kid’s distractions along the way!

Grandparents: When will you get here?

Parents: Five hours. Maybe s’more.

S’more or less.

Oh christ I hate those things so much. My parents always wanted to stop at them on road trips, and us kids thought they were awful. To this day I can’t stand that “roadside americana” crap.

When the snack hits your eyeLike a big pizza pieThat’s s’more-ay!

Add s’more time to your trip, folks!

Gift shop right inside of the petrified s’more.

Flintstone Land was fun. The Cadillacs buried in a row, hood down, were interesting too. Lots of little interesting things on the trip to Grand Canyon and back.

It’s a tourist trap!

They’ll want to see every roadside attraction they pass.

My family would go on “road trips” and we had a saying…we would “get stuck at Stuckey’s” on every trip! Fun memory.

Having traveled on I-10 West a few times I got used to seeing the signs advertising THE THING, which is located in southeast Arizona. The first time drove west from Texas I’d start seeing the signs somewhere around El Paso. By the time I got to the Arizona state line I just HAD to stop to see what THE THING was all about.

Oh oh! Another case of poor route planning to avoid passing any attractions that would interest the kids, cost money, and be forgotten two minutes down the road.

How would the kids even see that thing, with their faces down in their phones?

wished we had stopped at more of them. really miss those days

Don’t forget to visit the largest ball of twine.

I always looked down my nose at roadside attractions till I visited House on the Rock in Spring Green, Wisconsin and realized just how much potential they can have if you really commit to them.

Stopping and seeing interesting sites are half the fun.

My family drove from Dover DE to Seattle in July 1959. 3 kids, ages 7 to 12, a poodle, and both parents, in a ‘58 Chrysler (no ac). We made lots of stops along the way, but mostly what I remember about the trip is begging to stop for the night (we’d start asking at 2 or 3 o’clock) at motels that had swimming pools. BTW, I was the 7-yr-old. In ‘77, my husband and I drove from DE to SC , then to Great Falls MT, then to Albuquerque, then back to DE. We went to Montana because I have very poor geography. We were going to Abq. to see his parents, and I said as long as we’re going west, let’s go to MT to see my brother!

“Four hours – give or take a day.” So you may get there tomorrow, you may get there … yesterday …"

Last sign at SOUTH OF THE BORDER—-“back up,Amigo,you missed it!”

Out here on Long Island it’s “The Flanders Duck”