This ad from a 1965 Vacationland magazine served as a heads-up to those who travelled North or South on the 99 in route to Walt's little park in Anaheim:
Next door, the Tulare Inn soldiers on as a forlorn ambassador of a time that was...
"The Tulare dust, in a farm boy's nose...wondering where the freight train goes.Standin' in a field by the railroad track, cursin' the strap on my cotton sack.
I can see Mom and Dad with shoulders low, both of them pickin' on a double row.
They do it for a livin', because they must...that's life like it is in the Tulare Dust..."