What really sets this place apart is that there are no prices on the menu and no cash register on the premises. There is only a big jar by the door and a sign asking you to pay what you can. Any profits are donated to charity.
I love this place! It is a crazy tourist trap near the Badlands, with a big jackalope and great cowboy boots. The small town drugstore made its first step towards fame when it was purchased by Ted Hustead in 1931.
When you see one of Vollis Simpson’s whirligigs adorning the front lawn of a museum, you know it’s no ordinary place. This is indeed the mecca for those who appreciate work by self-taught, outsider or visionary artists.
Built in the mid-twenties when Tulsa was a booming oil town and the depression wasn’t even a notion. After going through a number architects, the church committee members turned to University of Tulsa art instructor, Miss Adah Robinson for help.
Over the years, Horace embellished the graves of family members and other folks from this rural community, using metal and tin, much of it painstakingly punched out with a nail.
In 1920, when Bert Vaughn started work on his Desert View Tower, people motoring across the mountains that jut up out here near the Mexican border inevitably needed a place to stop and cool down.
In 1987, Red Oak II was just a cornfield, but to Lowell, it was a blank canvas. A visit to Red Oak II is a visit to the past. You’ll see the Blacksmith Shop, where Lowell’s great-grandfather practiced his trade
Okay, it’s concrete, but Albert is gigantic … complete with huge eyelashes … and hey, it lights up! In Audubon, Iowa, Albert the Bull “steaks” his claim to “world’s largest.”
Carhenge is perfectly suited to the great wide open. James Reinders carefully laid it out to echo the real ‘Henge, right down to the capstones that bring in the summer solstice.
There’s a certain amount of civic pride that can be squeezed out of something like this, and the folks of Collinsville have definitely done so.