Not satisfied with our trading post shopping we hunted for more.
We passed a few gift shops, but a series of large yellow signs
with a giant silhouette of a rabbit convinced us to wait for a
place called Jack Rabbits. Jack Rabbits dates back to the days of
before the interstate. It's an old Union 76 service station, ten
better than those stuck up Phillips 66 gas places. Inside the
merchant had some cool old 1940's and 50's style junk along with
some 60's, 70's and 80's style crap. Jack Rabbits had it all, a
place for the whole family. All sorts of toys were there for the
kids, a wide array of salt and pepper shakers for mom, and a deck
of naked girl playing cards for dad. The place even offered cups
of fresh cherry cider, to really give the place a homey, small
town gift shop feel.
I did buy a couple of souvenirs at Jack Rabbits. It was here I
rediscovered the antenna ball. An antenna ball is a ball that you
put on the end of your antenna to make your car easier to find in
any parking lot. I hadn't seen these things since I was a kid.
Finally, a throwback to the 70's that didn't make me want to go
back in time and turn the Cuban Missile Crisis into the Cuban
Missile Disaster, insuring the "Me" decade, Disco and last 7 years
of the 70's retro craze would have never happened. I bought a
orange and blue Union 76 Styrofoam ball for the Saturn, thinking I
was starting a trend. When I got to LA, I found not only did a
million plus drivers already have antenna balls like mine, there
were at least a dozen other fast food joints that offered similar
"doohickeys". Before we left we posed for pictures on top of a
giant jack rabbit and then headed for Winslow.
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