The look of happiness, trapped and frozen in
that 1964 photograph looks hauntingly hopeful.
How I wish I could have seen it on your
lovely face in my lifetime.
World’s Fair
The look of happiness, trapped and frozen in
that 1964 photograph looks hauntingly hopeful.
How I wish I could have seen it on your
lovely face in my lifetime.
spanishwoods 
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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Those are great memories. There’s a short story in there…
Thank you for sharing.
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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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I’m glad that they still stand. Although rusty in some spots, they still have a kind of beauty that is hard to put into words.
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