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Still ticking after 53 years: A man in Endicott, New York, received quite a surprise: the gold, 23-jewel wristwatch stolen from him during his time in the Navy was returned to him. His aunt gave it to him in 1958, but someone stole it. A couple in Las Vegas tracked down Ed Grigor and mailed the watch back to him. “Taking the watch out of the package, I held it for the first time in over 53 years with tears of joy in my eyes,” Grigor said. He named it “Time Traveler.” source
Oct 23

shortformblog:

Still ticking after 53 years: A man in Endicott, New York, received quite a surprise: the gold, 23-jewel wristwatch stolen from him during his time in the Navy was returned to him. His aunt gave it to him in 1958, but someone stole it. A couple in Las Vegas tracked down Ed Grigor and mailed the watch back to him. “Taking the watch out of the package, I held it for the first time in over 53 years with tears of joy in my eyes,” Grigor said. He named it “Time Traveler.” source

bookpickings:

Store Front (Mini) - The Disappearing Face of New York
James T. Murray
Photographer duo James and Karla Murray bring the lens of retrostalgia to New York City’s morphing landscape of mom-and-pop shops. For eight years, the Murrays shot the facades of hundred of stores, more than half of which are now gone.
From the retrotastic typographic signage to the beautiful vintage color schemes, these storefronts are priceless time-capsules of an era as faded as their paint coats, haunting ghosts caught in the machine of progress.
Feb 26

bookpickings:

Store Front (Mini) - The Disappearing Face of New York

James T. Murray

Photographer duo James and Karla Murray bring the lens of retrostalgia to New York City’s morphing landscape of mom-and-pop shops. For eight years, the Murrays shot the facades of hundred of stores, more than half of which are now gone.

From the retrotastic typographic signage to the beautiful vintage color schemes, these storefronts are priceless time-capsules of an era as faded as their paint coats, haunting ghosts caught in the machine of progress.

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