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No? Not yet? How about now? If that’s not a car dealership, I am the uncle of a monkey, which really makes for odd family reunions.
SCANTLIN:
An obit of the son:
Later he co-owned the Frosty Mug Drive-In, in Liberal. About the predecessor Scantlins I don’t know much, but we can presume what line of work the Mister might have been in. Henry built them plain and solid. Cars, buildings, no diff.
Press the play button on the door to advance the scene! Watch as the empty space is filled up with garbage and weeds.
The cone sits over a dead tree hole.
“I wouldn’t put your name up there if you’re thinking about another wing someday.” “Why?” “Well, maybe it’s just me, but it’ll throw the whole thing off.” “It’s just you.”
Maybe he planned another wing on the other side.
It would be better if they sold canes, dark glasses, and guide-dog harnesses:
They had a lot of dealerships in Pratt. Standard old perpendicular signage, which is always nice . . .
and look what’s inside.
Some nice old modernized facades, which of course are at great odds with the second floor.
The building on the right is more proof the old adage: when your budget’s scant, brick will step in and help you gussy things up.
From the Elephant Man Disease school of facades.
I don’t know what that boxy thing is supposed to be. Perhaps they’re going to be adding sequoias. |
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More Pratt. If you’ve followed this feature for a while, or you know something about the vernacular of pre-war architecture, you can say with a reasonable degree of confidence that this building sold . . . 
