Day 244: recent photo I have taken

This is an old jukebox in an ice cream parlor in East Troy, Wisconsin. The ice cream parlor is kind of a faux mélange of antiques, decorated largely by buying out the stock of three drugstores that went under in the 60s or 70s or something. So there are cabinets with Lydia Pinkham's pills and Necco wafers jostling black cat gum and Gold Dust Twins scouring powder. And there's this jukebox. My brother-in-law yearns after owning a jukebox he could stock with his own records.

Day 245: what is the compliment you get most, give most?

"Love your shoes!" "Love your hair!" Um, no. This is a really odd question. I would hope I don't dish out generic compliments anyway, and I can't think of a frequent one. For me? Many people say my apartment's nice, when they first see it.