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In other bogus news after Motor City Fur[ry] Con: when we got in, during our local blackout, I was content to get all the luggage and boxes (holding fursuits and kigurumis) and all in the house. Monday afternoon I figured to unpack everything and move photographs onto my computer and everything. Unpacking went fine, but photographs ... I couldn't find my camera.
There were obvious reasons it might have been missing. We moved everything in hurriedly, because it was like midnight. We were exhausted. We'd been through an attempted derecho. We were moving stuff into a blacked-out house illuminated only by handheld flashlights. Surely it was just put somewhere wrong. Or maybe left behind in my car. I'd put my con badge and character badge in this little box with my coati tail and ears, and expected I'd put my camera --- the other thing wrapped around my neck --- there too. It's what I usually do. But it could easily have fallen onto the floor of my car, rolled under a seat, and gone invisible there.
So we're left with the question: did I leave my camera at the con? I know with certainty that I had it as late as our last walk around the hotel before leaving. My suspicion is that when I went to the bathroom right before our final departure. I'd taken off everything I was wearing around my neck so I could take my tail off the belt. It would be not-ridiculous if I missed one of the things to put back on.
So, I called the hotel to ask if anyone had turned the camera in to their lost-and-found. They took my name and e-mail and phone and haven't called me back. I also e-mailed the convention in case anyone turned it in to their lost-and-found, but haven't heard back yet.
Today, going into the office during a rain not as heavy as Sunday's but still pretty good, I remembered: I had hung my small umbrella on the camera bag, and so that's missing too. On the one hand, some good news as if I can find my umbrella I've surely found my camera. On the other hand, I haven't seen my umbrella either. And while I've had that umbrella for months, it was only this weekend it got its real first workout, as the umbrella kept in my car for when it turns out to be rainy when I was away from home.
Can't say I approve of this direction of things.
And now ... at last ... we close out Jungle Jim's, and photos from our Hot and Lineless amusement park trip last June. After this it was all driving home and finding an interesting weirdly good Taco Bell in some tiny town in the northwestern corner of Ohio. Can't photograph that. Instead, the last pictures:
This Campbell's Soup swing is whimsical or body horror, you tell me! It looks like the mouth is supposed to move but I have no idea what for. I can't tell if the Lego Block Indiana Jones is part of the same promotion or was another figure they put on for convenience.
Jungle Jim's is proud of their bathroom. They have a couple TVs showing endless loops of local news footage, including from WDIV in Detroit, and various stations that reported on their bathroom-competition success.
Back over to the (American) candies. A bunch of candies are put on shelves built out of bumper cars from the WKRP-area Coney Island.
Last time we were here, about a decade ago, the candies were loose in the seats. The shelves make it easier to find stuff but also obscure the bumper cars.
I don't know how long ago these bumper cars were removed --- Coney Island all but shut down in the early 70s and regrew in the mid-70s, but it didn't close for good until last year.
And a last picture of the Coney Island logo and the Duce maker's mark for the bumper car.
Trivia: The first woman-owned McDonald's franchise opened in 1960 in Pontiac, Michigan. Source: Franchise: The Golden Arches in Black America, Marcia Chatelain. Chatelain doesn't mention her name (or at least, doesn't on the page I drew this from) as it was secondary to her point about the rare roles for women even in line operations.
Currently Reading: One Heartbeat Away: Presidential Disability and Succession, Birch Bayh.
