Biloxi, Mississippi, again. A tourist trap on Highway 90, formerly
a grand beachfront avenue on the Gulf of Mexico, now "improved"
into a wilderness of curb-cuts, parking lagoons, signage, and the
usual furnishings of our drive-in Utopia. Paradoxically, the
shark's head portion of this ensemble is probably its best feature
-- putting aside any considerations of kitsch or "camp,"
( that is, the love of vulgarity for its own sake.) No, what
gets me, really, is the quality of the pink building behind Sharky.
In a perfect world its function would be a poodle euthenasia
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