LIVING LARGE ON ROUTE 66

Living large on Route 66 is time travel back to another era, one designed to lure you into stopping the car.

So you stop.

Then what?

That’s when the years start rushing past.

A brave traveler decided it was time for a roadie, and what spells out r-o-a-d-i-e better than a Midwest run from Chicago to Tulsa?

Make a wise choice in automobile. This,

 

or a Honda CRV. This is the wise part.

Take the Honda.

Brace yourself for larger than life, because isn’t that what living large is?

Get a hot dog, a big hot dog.

 

Don’t forget dessert. Have a piece of pie, a big piece.

 

 

Keep a sharp eye out for the unusual.

 

 

Fly Over At Your Own Risk

 

The first thing I thought when my correspondent sent the Abraham Lincoln crypt shot was all of the crypts I’ve seen in Europe, beginning with Napoleon.

The French know how to do a crypt.

The English put their heroes in church crypts.

Lincoln has a crypt, a memorial, and a monument.

 

He had a busy fifty-six years.

 

Living History 

Imagine a ballpark like this in your town.

You park your car, walk up the ramp, and this vision awaits, Busch Stadium with all of the trimmings.

It looks like America’s pastime to me.

A warm day, a beautiful backdrop, a cold Busch in hand.

How many millions of Americans can relate to the experience over the centuries.

Major League Baseball is the oldest professional sports league in the world.

Watching a big time baseball game is a timeless experience; it’s over when it’s over, not when the clock runs out.

Highway 66 has a similar feel.

While my researcher is on the Midwest, my experience comes with the Southwest from Santa Fe to the ocean.

It went from a free roaming donkey town in the mountains to the blinding drive to Santa Monica into the setting sun.

Eleven lanes of highway doing ninety. It was a challenge for a professional driver, all of whom avoid that time of day.

I like the run from Chicago to Tulsa.

Thanks, Mark.