The title of this may sound odd. My family lived in Maine when I was a child for 5 years. Every summer we traveled to Tennessee to visit relatives.Our journey always went through the New Jersey Turnpike. At that time there weren’t many places to stop and eat and Howard Johnson’s was always the place where we stopped. This painting’s colors reminded me of the interior colors at the restaurant. A side note: I think I was a picky eater as a child; I always ordered a hot dog and I remember they did not have yellow mustard so I ate it plain. Why did we not bring a jar of mustard in the car?
No comments:
Post a Comment