Route 66

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.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Mile 1139/Now it's fractured into many new numbers

I didn't realize we've been posting so much that our Mile 1139 picture got bumped off the front page. We want to make things as simple as possible for our Marlboro friends (because, let's be honest, we want to get rich and famous). I'm a little disturbed that the downsized version of this picture makes me look like I have a tremendous overbite, so I'm posting a slightly larger version because I am a vain and shallow person. Really! It's just a big, toothy grin!

Scroll down to the next post to see my reasoning behind my answer to clue #39, the "fractured into many new numbers" question.

In other news, a little bird tells me the winery is now able to ship to some states. If you're at all intrigued by our talk of the new Tassel Ridge winery (official wine of our Route 66 trip!), you should call them up and ask them to ship you some wine, particularly the Iowa Nouveau and the In the Dark (or the Prelude and Brett's Blush if you're a white/rose person). Down below you'll see a few pictures of me and Ann dishing out samples at the Iowa State Fair. It's darned delicious and I'm convinced if I get enough people to buy it, Bob will give me a lifetime supply.