Thus the joke, if you eat too much mayo, the result might end up with a trip to the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. As a kid, my Dad had to go for treatments there. My parents and I would often go there by train via the Great Northern International to Everett, Washington and from there take the Empire Builder to Minneapolis and limousine to Rochester. I’d always bring along my trusty Kodak Hawkeye camera. The following might develop and process a bit of non digital photographic nostalgia.
Anybody still remember those metal spools? Back in Vancouver I’d take the roll of film to be developed perhaps at Dunne and Rundle, or at Woodwards, Eatons, Simpson Sears, or the Bay. Oh, the anticipa-tion, the magic of waiting all that time to see what pictures turned out reasonably sharp. What a differ-ence from digital photography of today.
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