When we were kids my grandfather owned a small grocery store. He sold mostly penny candies from a large glass display in front. If you had a nickel, it might take 10 minutes to decided exactly how to spend it all. There was a candy man named Ralph. He would show up every two weeks with a station wagon full of candy to restock the display. My sister and I and our five cousins knew when Ralph was due to return. I remember dancing around yelling "The candy man's here!" when Ralph's station wagon pulled up to the store. Ralph would have us kids try all his new candies. We became his trusted panel of candy judges. Grandpa usually bought his candy based on our opinions. I'll bet this candy man had similar candy judges on his route.

I'm surprised the trees are gone, they appear to be well protected in their fortifications. Also I remember the iron fencing from my childhood in Philadelphia. We used to jump over the fences in the alley, occasionally our pants would get caught on the post and rip. It didn't hurt as much as explaining to our mothers how our pants ripped.

One more question for Dave, is the lady or brand advertised on the poster in the window identified? [Afraid not. - Dave]

Thank you for another glimpse into American Life.

So the rim clamps onto the spoked part of the wheel? Gotcha.
I learn something new everyday around here. Thanks Dave!

Looks like this truck had a few scrapes with some eager kiddies! I always wondered about those spare tires without rims. How where you supposed to change that along the roadside? Wouldn't you need a tire machine, and air pump? Was the extra tire just for use when you were towed to the garage?

[This spare is already on a rim. - Dave]

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From the look of things everything in this photograph was torn down long ago. Even the intersection itself was obliterated.