Friday, August 27, 2010
A few weeks ago, while I was in the land of Brotherly Love, Elenka was working on sheetrocking a ceiling heading down cellar, when she happened upon this item. Depending on where you live, they call these license plates or tags. This one is, as you can see, a Maine plate from 1933. My Dad graduated from Cheverus High School in that year. He would have gotten a kick out of this 'find'. There are thousands and thousands of Specialty Plates out there on the highways these days and, of course, an endless supply of Vanity Plates to serve everyone's taste and sense of humor. We had a green-tinted Loon Plate when they first came out back in '95. Don't ask me why... I think vanity plates and specialty plates are a waste of time. Ya, I know they raise money for special causes... now, whatever you do don't get me started on inspection stickers!