I decided to drive Route 66 the night my kneecap popped off in the bathroom of the lodge at Camp Wesley Woods. Driving home in the wee hours after a trip to the emergency room, staying awake by rolling the windows down to let in the brisk October air, the delirium of the pain, the oldies on the radio...that's when I officially announced, "I'm going to drive Route 66." I am lucky to have three wonderful, adventurous, history geek friends who are ready to hit the road with me.
Alas, poor antenna ball, we hardly knew ye
We also picked up a Route 66 antenna ball, which causes our somewhat flimsy antenna to wildly flail back and forth in the breeze.
Curses! I was just reading back over the blog tonight and saw this sentence. Well, I hope whoever rented the Montana next enjoyed the antenna ball and the CDs Ann and I left in the console. Hope they like the crooners!
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home