Stopping in to visit a minute or two with my friend Liza McIlwee at the Virginia City Tourism Commission, I saw that she was busy, so I took a seat to wait my turn.
Soon, a grandfather and grandson came through the door. While Grandpa gathered information about mine tours, Grandson inspected the free-standing building that adorns the south side of the former Crystal Bar.
Finished and well-informed, Grandpa joined Grandson, “Know what that is?”
“A photo booth,” the boy answered, “But I can’t find the camera.”
“A what?” a puzzled Grandpa asked.
“Yeah — it says sit down and get your picture taken,” the boy said, pointing to a sign.
Grandpa smiled, “It’s not a photo booth, that’s an outhouse, and someone else is supposed to take your picture when you sit down.”
“Oh,” the boy said, exiting the antique facility as fast as possible.
Then Grandpa added, “We had a three-holer when I was your age.”
Suddenly, a woman who had been checking out the books and tee shirts responded to the Grandfather’s comment in sweet Georgia drawl, “So you was considered the rich cousins?”
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