If you're in the market for a 63,332-square foot sports complex in South Florida and have an extra $7,250,000 lying around, have we got a deal for you. The former Sports Complex at the corner of SW 10th Street and Powerline Avenue is for sale and as an extra added bonus, the place comes with four 7-story hockey sticks at the entrance. Could these be the world's largest hockey sticks? No such puck, er luck. That honor belongs to Evenleth, Minnesota, with their 3-ton, 110-foot long model (with a 700-pound puck, no less). However, it's not every day you pass by an abandoned building with such a showy entrance. You could say it really sticks out.
We've been off the eccentric blog highway for some time now...metaphorically broken down on the side of the road, you might say, but hoping to get back behind the wheel soon. During this time, we were sad to hear of the passing of the namesake of a great attraction we visited back in 2012. Mount Airy, North Carolina barber Russell Hiatt, known as the real-life inspiration for the Floyd the barber character on "The Andy Griffith Show," passed away at age 92 on May 3. Here's a rerun of the post we did about his place:
The great Howard McNear as Floyd the barber on "The Andy Griffith Show"
Russell Hiatt, the real Floyd
Floyd's City Barber Shop is on Main Street in Mount Airy, North Carolina, the real Mayberry.
Russell and his most famous customer
Russell is a barber showing photographs of every head he's had the pleasure to know.
That long-haired fellow looks like he could use a trim.
Russell Hiatt has been a barber for over 60 years in Mount Airy, North
Carolina and he used to cut the hair of Mount Airy's most famous
resident, Andy Griffith. Mount Airy's small town charm became the
inspiration for Mayberry on "The Andy Griffith Show" in the 1960s and
the easy-going, often-befuddled town barber on the show was named Floyd,
with the great eccentric actor Howard McNear playing the part. "The
Andy Griffith Show" became one of the all-time classic TV sitcoms and
McNear's portrayal of Floyd is a real one-of-a-kind, with his rapid-fire
delivery in the early seasons, and then his slow, somewhat bizarre
line-readings in later episodes (McNear had a stroke during the run of
the show that altered his performance but not his ability to be really
funny). Mount Airy takes great pride in being put on the map by Andy and
Floyd's City Barber Shop is still in business on Main Street, with Mr.
Hiatt and his staff giving haircuts (still for $8 reads the sign in the
window). Unlike the one-chair Floyd's on the show, it's a two-chair
shop, packed with mementos and plastered with photographs of Floyd's
satisfied customers and visitors on the walls. I had just had my hair
cut back home so I didn't get the once-over, but I did step inside for a
moment to gawk like a tourist, which they're used to there. And Mr.
Hiatt was sitting in one of the barber chairs, engrossed in his
newspaper, just like the TV Floyd. It's great to see a small town
business still thriving, even if it is due to pop culture. After all, as
the TV Floyd would say, "you hate to see anyone fall into the hands of a
We've been on a bit of a sabbatical here at Eccentric Roadside, but wanted to share a blast from the way, way past from the awesome site Vintage Everyday of some kookily-shaped buildings in Los Angeles. One of them, Tail-O-The-Pup, we actually got to see, and another, Angelfood Donuts, is very similar to Randy's Donuts in Inglewood, which we also saw. Click here to check them all out.
If you thought the Pacific Northwest had a monopoly on mysterious, elusive, camera-shy, hairy, smelly, 7-foot tall, 350-pound bipedal mammals that look like tall guys wearing gorilla suits in shakily-shot videos, you'd be wrong. The Florida Everglades has its own Yeti-like dweller (or at least a legend about one) and there's a place you can learn all about it. The Skunk Ape Research Headquarters sits on a campground about an hour west of the Gulf coast of Florida on Route 41 in tiny Ochopee. There you can learn of its habits and how best to spot one (their website reports 7-9 of them live in the Everglades), and you can also pick up a souvenir or two along the way. The place is run by a Mr. Dave Shealy, the world's leading authority (okay, he's the only one) on skunk apes, so named for their aroma of rotten eggs and methane. The National Park Service denies such creatures exist, throwing the a-word, authenticity, in Mr. Shealy's face. He counters with his concrete casts of skunk ape footprints and photographic evidence of the hairy fellow strolling across an Everglades marsh, not to mention a healthy dose of anger at the government in general. His photo looks very much like the Patterson-Gimlin 1967 film of Bigfoot in Northern California. We like to believe Mr. Shealy's subject is a Pacific Northwest snowbird residing in a South Florida Sasquatch retirement community. Ask him about his grandkids.
We ran this post a few years back but it still applies today, so like A Charlie Brown Christmas and How The Grinch Stole Christmas, we hope you'll enjoy this holiday rerun.
The Big Blue Bug, outside Providence on I-95, mascot of Blue Bug Solutions
Haven Bros. Diner car, in downtown Providence
A Del's Lemonade truck, and my shot of one rotting away in North Kingstown
The magnificent Rustic Drive-In theater of Lincoln
There's a company in Rhode Island, www.mylittletown.com,
that has turned some of the Ocean State's most beloved and quirky
roadside attractions into delightful Christmas ornaments. Some of these
sights have been chronicled by us at Eccentric Roadside and we thought
we'd show you how well the ornaments replicate the real things. Local
entrepreneurs Duke Marcoccio and his daughter Lauren run the business,
and, as if that weren't impressive enough, they were also contestants on
the CBS TV show "The Amazing Race" back in 2006. It's not too late to
order these fine items for your or your loved-ones' trees. Nothing says
Merry Christmas to kids from one to 92 like a pest control company's
blue termite or an 1888 hot dog trailer. Now, everybody,
sing with me: "Jingle Del's, Jingle Del's, Jingle all the way..."
Of all the Humpty Dumpty sculptors in the world, we like Kimber Fiebiger best.
Mr. Dumpty looks out on this cool artwork by Zachary Knudson.
A little while ago, we blogged about the fabulous Humpty Dumpty sculpture in our recently relocated Eccentric Roadside world headquarters hometown of Coral Springs, Florida (read about it here, why don't you). It has come to our attention that Mr. Dumpty has now been moved to a new, more prominent location. Coral Springs has put in a beautification project called ArtWalk on Northwest 31st Court, just down the road from Mr. Dumpty's old digs and he now sits on a new wall for all to admire. He's in a much sunnier spot than before, though, so we hope he won't fry. There are some other cool sculptures along the way and the plan is to keep adding more. Art for art's sake, money for God's sake. We can't say how much we love this piece of whimsical merriment. Thanks, Coral Springs for putting the egg in egg-centric. You're all you're cracked up to be, and that's no yolk.
Drivers on busy I-95 South get to see this awesome sight!
How can you kill something so cute, Truly?
The truly awesome Truly Nolen limousine.
We were lucky enough to spot a Truly Nolen classic Nash Metropolitan in Tucson, Arizona. Note the Muffler Man in the background. Score! Read about it here.
If you're going to be in the business of killing household pests, it pays to have a sense of humor. At least it does if you're the Truly Nolen company. They've been around since the 1930s and have employed many whimsical promotional devices over the years. In the 1950s, they began using a fleet of classic cars as moving billboards emblazoned with their company name. This led to a red VW bus made to look like a giant ant, which was the forerunner of today's Truly Nolen yellow mouse car — VW bugs and Toyota Yarises in lemony hues and appointed with round mouse ears, long black mouse tails and cute faces painted on their fronts. They've even got a mouse limousine (lim-mouse-sine?) that makes visits to schools. Their Pompano Beach, Florida headquarters building has taken the mouse concept even further. It's the same bright yellow, with a red mouse nose and whiskers attached to the corner and beneath two round black windows resembling their trademark mouse ears. And it can be seen quite clearly from busy Interstate 95 south. Marketing brilliance.
And if you're wondering about the name, Truly Nolen is a person. Truly Wheatfield Nolen was the founder of the company, and the family has kept the Truly name going for three generations. Other names in the family are Really Nolen, and Sincere Leigh Nolen (I kid you not — it's on their website). Keep up the eccentricity, Truly Nolen. We dig you, truly.
There are lots of iguanas on hand to pay their respects...
...and you may see a parrot or two in the trees.
From 1885-92, the mail route between eastern coastal Lake Worth and Miami, Florida was not what you'd call highly trafficked. Or even paved, for that matter. There was no road to deliver the mail south of Lake Worth but this didn't stop the mighty mail carriers from getting letters and packages through to Victorian southeastern Floridians. Mail was brought by boat as far as practical and mailmen would then get out and make deliveries by foot, sans footwear, along the beaches. The route was 136 miles round trip and took six days. Twenty eight miles were done by row boat and, remarkably, the remaining 108 by foot. And I thought I had a lengthy commute. This delivery system was in place until a rock road from Lantana to Lemon City was completed in 1892. There were 11 barefoot mailmen and one, a Mr. James "Ed" Hamilton, disappeared in 1887, perhaps the lunch of an alligator. A statue honoring Mr. Hamilton and the others sits in front of the Hillsboro Beach municipal hall. There, he looks out at the beach route, A1A, with a spring in his step and a mailbag over his shoulder, but no togs on his dogs. An added bonus are the many iguanas that sunbathe on the rocks and lawn at his feet. Would G-mail risk an alligator attack and sunstroke to get you the latest email blast from Amazon or Expedia? Doubtful. So here's to you, barefoot mailmen. You went through the agony of the feet for the thrill of vic-toe-ry.
This blog is devoted to old fashioned American roadside attractions... the wonderfully big, bizarre, crazy, wacky, quirky, weird, funny, unique and mundane sites you see travelling cross-country by car in the USA, where getting there really is all the fun!