I grew up on Eastern Long Island where we could drive by a roadside, cement teepee which sold souvenirs from the local Shinnecock Indians. It was not too different from this. And we had the Big Duck, which everybody loved. It's still there. You used to be able to buy Long Island ducks inside. Nowadays? I wonder what it sells?
At one point, they moved the duck down the road about a mile. I had wished that they painted duck footprints between the locations.
Big Duck and maiden-not-in-distress photo from preservationinpink.wordpress.com/2008/11/26/the-big-duck
