A Delightful School Visit

Once upon a time, there were four beautiful and smart seventh-grade girls who loved to read. They banded together and formed a book club. Their fearless librarian recommended a book: I SO DON'T DO MYSTERIES. The girls dove in and were amazed to discover places in the book that were right by their school! An ostrich farm. A fruit stand. The Wild Animal Park.

The brilliant girls did a little online sleuthing and located the author. She was local. They emailed her.

And this is how yesterday's author visit to San Pasqual Union in Escondido came to pass.

Here I am with the book club. (Hint: I'm the more mature-looking girl in the green raincoat.)

I had a BLAST. Other students, teachers and parents joined our kick-back chit-chat. There was lunch, a HUGE bowl of licorice, a book signing and lots of laughter, chatter and questions.

Thank you, in alphabetical order, B, C, D and S! And, of course, a special thank you to Mrs. MacDonald, too!

Back at home, I admired my flowers and sign!

My Town Monday: A Muffler Man in Escondido, CA

My friend and critique partner, Kelly Hayes, has been bitten by the bloggng bug! In fact, I'm starting to wonder if she might not get her own blog going one of these days! in the meantime, she's back today with a My Town Monday post on Muffler Men. So, uh, Kelly, take it away!

If you’ve been on an American road trip in the last few decades you’ve probably seen one. And if your town has one you’ll know instantly what I’m talking about. They stand about 20 ft high and they’re made out of fiberglass. They might sport a full beard, a worker’s cap or a cowboy hat. They might be an Indian, a lumberjack, or, strangely, an Alfred E. Neumann lookalike called the Happy Halfwit. But the one characteristic they all share is that they were made to hold something in their hands: A muffler, a tire, a golf club, a pitchfork, even a giant hotdog.

Muffler Men were created in the sixties by International Fiberglass of Venice, CA. The company took a Paul Bunyan mold originally used for a PB café on Route 66 in Flagstaff, AZ in about 1962 and turned it into a unique roadside industry. The business grew and the company turned out chickens, steers, horses, and even a woman, Miss Uniroyal. Looking suspiciously like Jackie O, these female versions of the original wore bikinis, and some even came with a removable dress. So much for equal rights.

Sadly, over the years, hundreds of Muffler Men have been destroyed, but many still stand proudly, if a little intensely, on roadsides across America.

Escondido, the town where I live, has an M-man. He stands proudly on his concrete block on the corner of Juniper and Valley Parkway, where he has served as the mascot of Joor Muffler Service for the last forty years. He’s a pretty traditional model, with a white shirt, a pencil mustache, and the ubiquitous lantern jaw. At Christmastime he sports a Santa suit and dresses as a pumpkin for Halloween. I’ve heard that he was being fitted for a Hawaiian shirt, but I’ve never seen it. Although he’s been the victim of a few pranks over the years, we here in Escondido generally appreciate him.

While many people have tampered with the original models, adding pirate gear, Viking helmets, welder’s masks, etc., there have also been recent mutations made by fiberglass companies. One example is a Frankenstein’s monster at a Burbank miniature golf course. Call me a purist, but I prefer the originals. They’re giant souvenirs of a bygone era, one where business owners had to be creative to attract customers. They remind us of a time when chain stores were a rarity and most American towns still had plenty of individual flare.

If you want to do a little Muffler Man spotting yourself, a good website to check out is roadsideamerica.com. Who knows, you might just see one of these fiberglass giants on your next road trip.



Please check out posts by the other My Town Monday participants by clicking here. And thank you, Kelly! Very interesting!



p.s. The photos are from the roadside america website