Burma Shave

Grampa Don

Yep, that's me
When I was a kid, the drive from L.A. to Idaho to see Grandparents was long and boring. Burma Shave signs were a treat for my brother and me to break the monotony. I still remember one set: In this vale of toil and sin, your head goes bald but not your chin. Burma Shave.

My Dad would never stop at roadside attractions like the killer animals of the desert.

Don
 

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Odd, the useless little things one remembers. "He lit a match to check his tank. That's why they call him 'Skinless Frank'. Burma Shave."
 

I remember seeing them as a kid on trips between Florida and New Jersey along route 301. That was before the Interstate.
 

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