4 thoughts on “World’s Fair”

  1. Seeing this prompts me to share memories with you. I lived near there and friends and I used to climb the fence at night to fish coins out of the fountains. Teenage unruliness. Once we were busted and my friend refused to get in the car. I kicked her in the shins to urge her to get in the car. I dated a Spanish waiter, Paco, who worked in the Spanish pavilion. He was madly in love with me but not I with him.

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  2. I pass the globe on my way to the airport from time to time. Always whooshes me back to childhood (by then, just a TV memory) and a Jetsons-style future that still hasn’t/probably won’t/possibly shouldn’t happen. Thx for sharing this!

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