When you've been away from home for a while, or not but just had a rough time away, what is usually the first thing you see that let's you know you're "home?"
Other than family or you own house of course, some "thing" .. a structure, a natural formation, whatever. As soon as you see it .. it just brings a smile of recognition to your face.
Could also be in a place you grew up but don't live anymore. Also, could be in a place you associate a big part of your life and hopefully good times spent there.
We'll see how far this goes. I have a few of these so this thread'll get 4-5 posts from me to see if it gets any traction.
Here's one.
The Uniroyal Tire -- today
1967 - How it looked the first time I saw it (stock photo).
1964 - When it was a ferris wheel at the World's Fair in NYC
A great chunk of my adult life after age 23 was spent at the Detroit Metro Airport. The Uniroyal Tire, a Detroit landmark since 1966, was one of the first things that says to me I was home.
First time I saw it was in June 1967 from the "front row" of the skylight of a Scenicruiser from Chicago (yes, my beloved PD-4501). We didn't live in Detroit then but were visiting relatives. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen at the time.
Eight stories tall, on I-94 Eastbound just past the airport. I have had good feelings associated with it for 50 years
Other than family or you own house of course, some "thing" .. a structure, a natural formation, whatever. As soon as you see it .. it just brings a smile of recognition to your face.
Could also be in a place you grew up but don't live anymore. Also, could be in a place you associate a big part of your life and hopefully good times spent there.
We'll see how far this goes. I have a few of these so this thread'll get 4-5 posts from me to see if it gets any traction.
Here's one.
The Uniroyal Tire -- today
1967 - How it looked the first time I saw it (stock photo).
1964 - When it was a ferris wheel at the World's Fair in NYC
A great chunk of my adult life after age 23 was spent at the Detroit Metro Airport. The Uniroyal Tire, a Detroit landmark since 1966, was one of the first things that says to me I was home.
First time I saw it was in June 1967 from the "front row" of the skylight of a Scenicruiser from Chicago (yes, my beloved PD-4501). We didn't live in Detroit then but were visiting relatives. It was the coolest thing I'd ever seen at the time.
Eight stories tall, on I-94 Eastbound just past the airport. I have had good feelings associated with it for 50 years