Or so would say Mrs. Flowers. I think I’m running out of kitschy things to take pictures of in central Ohio. I might have to expand and do that tour of America that would take me to places that have big plastic dinosaur parks, half-buried Cadillacs or the world’s biggest ball of twine. I don’t see that happening anytime soon. Or ever.
The picture makes this look like a miniature in something that might be done by a landscape architecture student. But it is not. It’s real. A seven story building right on state route 16 – right outside of Newark, OH.
Any guesses what they make and/or sell? Anyone? Anyone?
I will say – it is quite interesting upon your approach to the town, as you can see it from a few miles away….or at least the handles. Inside, it’s not nearly as unique. The atrium is seven stories of emptiness. And it is just what you think: Country kitsch to the power of 10.
Not my style, but let’s face it – this is a place not for the likes of me. ….well, not true….yes – for the likes OF me (know what I mean, know what I mean??), just not me.
Song by: Ella Fitzgerald