To read about our trip down Route 66
Go to the June 2006 archive!
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.
I came into the office Wednesday morning and I had a voicemail from my parents, left at 5:38 Tuesday evening. Why they didn’t call my cell phone I don’t know, but that’s neither here nor there at this point.
I forgot to post this...Route 66 was a category on Jeopardy recently. And it really was a category about the Route, unlike another Route 66 category they had a year or so ago that was just about things related to the number 66. (Alex, I'm still pissed off about that, you tease.)
Another call from mom and dad tonight. They're enjoying an evening at the Blue Swallow. The owner is still working on the fountain that was newly discovered when we stopped last June. It seems he needs one more glass block for the fountain, and perhaps a little more repair work and hopefully it'll be ready to go!
Mom and dad called to check in tonight. They're in Amarillo. Here's the trip so far:
Mom and dad are on the route! They stayed outside Chicago on Saturday night, drove in on Jackson Sunday morning and headed back out on Adams. I told them they had to check in a minimum of once a week. They called from Joliet Sunday afternoon.
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!
Jim asked, "What about I 25 through Sante Fe and Albuquerque? I found references to that."