The reason I loved the Double Dutch was because of the huge mural that was the main feature of the restaurant's facade. It was a gigantic photograph of jubilant kids with their smiling moms standing curbside around the ice cream man on a sunny afternoon.
When the foreman made it clear the Double Dutch Dinette sign was up for grabs I quickly volunteered to take it off his hands. Nothing was said about the huge mural and I didn't bother asking. I just assumed it would be destroyed, besides it was too big for me to even consider. Where the hell would I put it? But at least the sign would be nice small piece of history I could remember the place by. It was agreed that I would come back in a week for the sign.
"How much do I owe you?" I asked.
He said, "Nothing, don't worry about it."
"Let me run to the ATM. I got to at least give you something for delivering it. I'll be right back."
As I turned to leave I saw a four by ten foot panel of the old mural leaning against the wall, the other three panels neatly stacked behind it. It looked magnificent!
Without hesitating I asked, "What are you going to do with the old mural?"
"No plans, why?"
"If you are just going to get rid of it, I'll take that too! If that's OK?"
"Really, you want that? Sure."
He agreed to deliver it to my house with the sign and I ran to the ATM. I had no idea what the hell I would do with the huge mural but I figured I'd jump off that bridge when I got to it. Then I called wifey to share the great news.
Today the mural covers a wall in our living room with the letters from the Double Dutch Dinette sign hanging randomly on the walls. Every morning when I sit quietly with my coffee I enjoy every inch our new space. It's perfect.
Apparently you didn't need to be from New Jersey to appreciate the magical affect this mural seemed to have. It was just one of those places we all hate to see disappear.